Wilfred Owen (1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)
Quotations
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''We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.''
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Exposure (l. 12). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company. -
''A mead
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 17-20). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
Bordered about with warbling water brooks.
A maid
Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.'' -
''Bees
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 9-12). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
Boys
Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.'' -
''Was it for this the clay grew tall?
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 12-14). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
MO what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?'' -
''Move him into the sun
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.'' -
''Heart, you were never hot
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 19-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;'' -
''Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.''
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. "Greater Love," (l. 1-2) (written 1917), publ. In The Poems of Wilfred Owen, ed. Edmund Blunden (1931). Opening lines. -
''Your slender attitude
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,'' -
''Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Can let their veins run cold.'' -
''By choice they made themselves immune
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 54-59). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
To pity and whatever moans in man
Before the last sea and the hapless stars;
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores;
Whatever shares
The eternal reciprocity of tears.''
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Preface
This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
of them. Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour,
dominion or power,
except War.
Above all, this book is not concerned with Poetry.
The subject of it is War, and the pity of War.
The Poetry is in the pity.
Yet these elegies are not to this generation,
This is in no sense consolatory.
