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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  • Jeff bangladesh (11/12/2018 1:02:00 PM)

    Pubg is for losers that are gay and sickness

  • AndyE (11/7/2018 7:34:00 AM)

    Play Up Play Up, is a great Pro War poem pro war poem, completely playing down any negatives.

  • dan in the van (11/6/2018 5:55:00 AM)

    I pick up and run over disabled people

  • your local pedo (11/6/2018 5:53:00 AM)

    I love running over downeys

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  • My dad hits me (11/6/2018 5:45:00 AM)

    I think I hear my dad outside

  • oi oi silly (11/6/2018 5:44:00 AM)

    agreed so true :)

    dab dab
    rawr xd

  • i like kids (11/6/2018 5:38:00 AM)

    jessi pope is one for war

  • fortnite is gay (11/6/2018 5:26:00 AM)

    he guys lets hang all the autistics

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (11/5/2018 2:40:00 PM)

    Wilfred Owen is a poet connected with the horror and terror of war, brutal modern wars which take a toll heavily upon the soldiers, cutting down their precious lives for victory and gain. Away from their homes, they die as cattle and this twitches the heart of the poet. What can this war give to? those who get killed are they not men? This is but the element of pity; this but the element of humanity in him. Owen is not a poet of wars, but truces, pacts, treaties.

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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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