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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
Bordered about with warbling water brooks.
A maid
Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks."
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. |
"Bees
Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
Boys
Bursting the surface of the ebony pond."
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. |
"Was it for this the clay grew tall?
MO what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?"
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 12-14). . .
Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press. |
"Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 1-3). . .
Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press. |
"Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;"
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. |
"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).
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"Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,"
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. |
"Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold."
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. |
"By choice they made themselves immune
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."
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. |
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