Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen
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Wilfred Owen was born near Oswestry, Shropshire, where his father worked on the railway. He was educated at the Birkenhead Institute, Liverpool and Shrewsbury Technical College. He worked as a pupil-teacher in a poor country parish before a shortage of money forced him to drop his hopes of studying at the University of London and take up a teaching post in Bordeaux (1913). He was tutoring in the Pyrenees when war was declared and enlisted as shortly afterwards.

In 1917 he suffered severe concussion and 'trench-fever' whilst fighting on the Somme and spent a period recuperating at Craiglockart War Hospital, near Edinburgh. It was he that he met Siegfried Sassoon who read his poems,... more »

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  • am lern wilfred owen (7/17/2018 5:51:00 AM)

    hi im lern some wilfred owen at my school
    im only 6 sor for bad gremer

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    Is this loss? Is this loss? Is this loss?

  • xxxtentacion (6/21/2018 9:51:00 AM)

    i was shot guys I'm not alive sorry so don't keep your hopes up. Keep living it, love you guys

  • xxxtentacion (6/21/2018 9:48:00 AM)

    ding dong* lmaoooooo

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    Can't keep my in my pants

  • your m o t h e r (6/21/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    thou art gay :) Wilfred was a good nib

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Best Poem of Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.- ...

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