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"And some cease feeling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling,"
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 12-15). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"—Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Mental Cases (l. 25-28). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"—These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Mental Cases (l. 10-12). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"The centuries will burn rich loads
With which we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids,
While songs are crooned:
But they will not dream of us poor lads,
Left in the ground."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Miners (l. 29-34). . .
Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, The. Gwyn Jones, comp. (1977) Oxford University Press. |
"I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Miners (l. 21-24). . .
Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, The. Gwyn Jones, comp. (1977) Oxford University Press. |
"I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Strange Meeting (l. 40-44). . .
Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.). |
"A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to village wells
Up half-known roads."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. The Send-off (l. 18-20). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.
And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid
Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further,
Showed me its feet, the feet of many men,
And the fresh-severed head of it, my head."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. The Show (l. 25-29). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"The pallor of girl's brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Anthem for Doomed Youth (l. 12-14). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Anthem for Doomed Youth (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
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