Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

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  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:06:00 AM)

    Lovely poet of beautiful heart....

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    You: hey birb, you want som seed?
    Birb: YOSH
    You: WOOPS (Drops seed in bin)

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    Honestly, what a beautiful poem. I've got tears in my eyes when I first saw it. I'm black, so these poems really speak to me. My people have been oppressed for way too long, and Wilfred Owen shows that our struggle has led to a better future. Every night, as I smoke a dank wierie, I read this poem. Absolutely wonderful.

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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.- ...

Read the full of Dulce Et Decorum Est

Hospital Barge

Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.

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