Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)


Poem by Wilfred Owen

Under his helmet, up against his pack,
After so many days of work and waking,
Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back.

There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping,
Death took him by the heart. There heaved a quaking
Of the aborted life within him leaping,
Then chest and sleepy arms once more fell slack.

And soon the slow, stray blood came creeping
From the intruding lead, like ants on track.

Whether his deeper sleep lie shaded by the shaking
Of great wings, and the thoughts that hung the stars,
High-pillowed on calm pillows of God's making,
Above these clouds, these rains, these sleets of lead,
And these winds' scimitars,
-Or whether yet his thin and sodden head
Confuses more and more with the low mould,
His hair being one with the grey grass
Of finished fields, and wire-scrags rusty-old,
Who knows? Who hopes? Who troubles? Let it pass!
He sleeps. He sleeps less tremulous, less cold,
Than we who wake, and waking say Alas!

Comments about Asleep by Wilfred Owen

  • Sir Bobby Charlton (3/6/2020 6:15:00 AM)

    Well I'm falling 'asleep' reading this(Report)Reply

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  • Tim Jamie Dim (3/6/2020 6:10:00 AM)

    Well I'm falling 'asleep'(Report)Reply

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  • ben tennyson (6/26/2019 3:49:00 AM)

    me this is good(Owen's on fire 'sing it')(Report)Reply

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  • matthew lee (2/12/2019 7:55:00 PM)

    I take wickets for fun(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Faulkner (2/12/2019 7:54:00 PM)

    this was a ripper of a poem thanks Will(Report)Reply

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  • Lena Jackson (1/10/2019 11:39:00 AM)

    I love this poem I am 11years old(Report)Reply

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  • pushpadewa (12/22/2018 5:07:00 AM)

    The poem grew love of motherland this is a nice poem(Report)Reply

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  • Jayden (10/19/2018 3:39:00 AM)

    I think it’s a really nice poem I’m also only 11(Report)Reply

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  • big shaq (1/2/2018 6:17:00 AM)

    its dreadful listen to mans not hot! ! ! big shaq(Report)Reply

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  • Emma Barnsley (5/16/2016 1:27:00 PM)

    I love this poem even though i am a kid only 11. Love Wilfred Owen especially Dulce et decorem est(Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/9/2014 4:06:00 AM)

    The hardships meted out a soldier and finally sleeps a wonderful imagination and eye opening against the war and loss thereafter.Also a symbolic poem with such meanings.(Report)Reply

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  • Aftab Alam KhursheedAftab Alam Khursheed (9/9/2014 3:20:00 AM)

    In this poem one thing to be noted..work continuously to earn and take care of his family..it is responsibility envisaged to us..We are responsible....Second part - tired we sleep- -slumber or death more we tired more we feel sleepy..Age is a weight like thing we are tired to carry and sleep for ever...helmet is symbolized as safety..yet when night comes we fall asleep nice one(Report)Reply

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:48:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good(Report)Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar NairKrishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (9/22/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    So many of such innocent ones
    Laid their heads on snow and grass
    Marking their fall by streaks of red
    In every war that extracted its toll in human blood(Report)Reply

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  • Manohar BhatiaManohar Bhatia (9/9/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    This is an excellent poem on sleep & work. Man slogs throughout his life to maintain his family, parents and others dfependent on him.At the end of the day, he becomes dog tired and sleeps under his helmet, just as a shouldier.Sometimes, the man or the military man may be dead, exhausting his time on this earth.
    Manohar Bhatia.(Report)Reply

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  • Muzaffer AkinMuzaffer Akin (9/9/2013 1:53:00 AM)

    Excellent a poem.Congratulations.(Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (9/9/2011 3:05:00 AM)

    Life of hard working men ends so finally which is well said by Wilfred Owen in a simple way! He works ever and sleeps finally! But others never sleep and one day wake to see to say alas for his loss! This is the world life we should know! Wonderful poem!(Report)Reply

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (9/9/2011 2:04:00 AM)

    He sleeps. He sleeps less tremulous, less cold,
    Than we who wake, and waking say Alas! .....

    MUCH FOR OUR HELPLESSNESS. Great work.(Report)Reply

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  • Michael Harmon (9/9/2009 1:17:00 PM)

    Wilfred Owen, along with Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke, is one of the great poetic chroniclers of WW1. His work (e.g. with slant rhymes, etc) was innovative, and worthy of study today. His death, and Keats', at a tragically early age, I consider to be among the greatest losses English poetry has ever suffered.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003