Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Futility - Poem by Wilfred Owen

1 Move him into the sun--
2 Gently its touch awoke him once,
3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.
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Comments about Futility by Wilfred Owen

  • (11/10/2015 11:53:00 PM)

    Painfully cynical existential angst brilliantly conveyed. It's too bad Owen died so young; he produced some of the most eloquently-crafted and powerful writing I have ever read. (Report) Reply

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  • Primrose Tee (5/5/2014 11:45:00 AM)

    i poems like these...very good (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:59:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2013 2:40:00 PM)

    This is an iconic poem, full of sadness of what the world wars are really like. True masterpieces and forever a favorite of mine. (Report) Reply

  • (7/26/2011 7:45:00 PM)

    One of the most extraordinary things about Owen is that however great the emotion he still managed to write in wonderfully controlled classical verse. This is another sonnet. Towards the end Owen invented his own unique way of transforming these classical forms. Here it is mainly in the use of half-rhymes star/ stir, seeds/ sides etc. It is almost as if the old forms are dying and fading away before our eyes. No other writer is like Owen. I cannot think for the life of me why so many people only give him 6 or 7. (Report) Reply

  • (6/25/2009 8:11:00 AM)

    Move him into the sun
    Its warmer there
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  • (8/14/2006 1:16:00 PM)

    This great song of the pathos and waste of war is set for tenor voice in Benjamin Britten's War Requiem. (Report) Reply

  • (11/9/2005 9:02:00 AM)

    A very sad and poignant poem. It sums up the absoloute absurdity of war very well. One of my favourites. (Report) Reply

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