Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Exposure - Poem by Wilfred Owen


1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.

6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
8 Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles,
9 Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.
10 What are we doing here?

11 The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow ...
12 We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
13 Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
14 Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of gray,
15 But nothing happens.

16 Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence.
17 Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow,
18 With sidelong flowing flakes that flock, pause and renew,
19 We watch them wandering up and down the wind's nonchalance,
20 But nothing happens.


21 Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces--
22 We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed,
23 Deep into grassier ditches. So we drowse, sun-dozed,
24 Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses.
25 Is it that we are dying?

26 Slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires glozed
27 With crusted dark-red jewels; crickets jingle there;
28 For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs;
29 Shutters and doors all closed: on us the doors are closed--
30 We turn back to our dying.

31 Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn;
32 Now ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit.
33 For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid;
34 Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born,
35 For love of God seems dying.

36 To-night, His frost will fasten on this mud and us,
37 Shrivelling many hands and puckering foreheads crisp.
38 The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp,
39 Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice,
40 But nothing happens.

Comments about Exposure by Wilfred Owen

  • Stephen Loomes (11/11/2018 8:09:00 PM)

    Another masterpiece, but nothing is happening, war, a cancer which consumes our best and finest and makes pig masters and mistresses fat with blood. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/11/2018 3:59:00 AM)

    These poems would benefit from a human male voice on the audio.
    Beautiful haunting poem to read.
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    (11/11/2018 8:10:00 PM)

    Perhaps it is more powerful if the ghost of this genius echoes through your mind as you read, silently.

  • (10/30/2018 12:08:00 PM)

    Like the War itself, this drags on somewhat... (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2018 12:44:00 PM)

    What date was this published? (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (7/27/2018 12:51:00 PM)

    An excellent piece of war poetry, after going through an analogy of Soviet War Poetry.
    Loved reading it. Felt frustrated jumping each time over a number before a line.
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  • Glen Kappy (7/27/2018 7:25:00 AM)

    whew! setting aside the numbers before each line as in a high school textbook (which annoy) —this is a striking and vivid description of war as it was carried on in ww 1. and anyone who hastens to send another into this kind of should read this. and if they still hasten, we might reasonably guess they are incapable of feeling, incapable of compassion. so many excellent phrases here it would make too long a list. -gk (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (7/27/2018 5:25:00 AM)

    war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
    13 Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
    14 Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of gray,
    15 But nothing happens. war and its terrible loss and futility. tony
    (Report) Reply

  • Adrian Flett (7/27/2018 4:27:00 AM)

    The power of poetry, even in war, in the hands of a master. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (7/27/2018 2:56:00 AM)

    Nice presentation with nice theme presented by Wilfred Owen. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (7/27/2018 12:59:00 AM)

    Such a great write by Wilfred Owen....10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Mahtab Bangalee (7/27/2018 12:54:00 AM)

    nicely expounded the profound activeness of life (Report) Reply

  • Ruta Mohapatra (7/27/2018 12:47:00 AM)

    'Pause over half-known faces'......such is the tragedy of war! (Report) Reply

  • Petals Azureblue (7/27/2018 12:46:00 AM)

    A poignant piece written with much expertise. War has its many untold human stories... (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2018 3:36:00 AM)

    fortnite is the best (Report) Reply

    (7/4/2018 8:29:00 AM)

    I agree my brother poggers

    (6/26/2018 11:51:00 AM)

    i agree wid u brotha - half caste

  • (5/15/2018 9:17:00 PM)

    this is so wild I'm reading it for a class (Report) Reply

    (7/4/2018 8:32:00 AM)

    This is good yah

    (7/4/2018 8:30:00 AM)

    Same brudda

  • Uguru-okorie Joseph (3/13/2018 6:53:00 PM)

    Nice one, Wilfred. They are lovely written. (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2018 6:27:00 AM)

    Beautiful tips- - I like these important ones- - -10 (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2018 9:45:00 AM)

    what is the poem Exposure about? (Report) Reply

  • (12/13/2017 4:44:00 AM)

    its really not that good tbh (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2016 4:32:00 AM)

    This is most epic, really superb, I love it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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