Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

1. A Palinode 10/31/2015
2. Roundel 11/5/2015
3. Sonnet: On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 4/1/2010
4. Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity Disc 4/1/2010
5. Maundy Thursday 4/1/2010
6. Shadwell Stair 4/1/2010
7. Antaeus: [a Fragment] 4/1/2010
8. Song Of Songs 4/1/2010
9. The Calls [unfinished] 1/1/2004
10. My Shy Hand 4/1/2010
11. O World Of Many Worlds 4/1/2010
12. On My Songs 4/1/2010
13. The Calls 1/3/2003
14. Spells And Incantations 1/3/2003
15. Storm 4/1/2010
16. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Artillery Brought Into Action 1/3/2003
17. The Unreturning 4/1/2010
18. Preface 1/3/2003
19. Training 1/3/2003
20. The Parable Of The Young Man And The Old 1/3/2003
21. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 12/31/2002
22. Red Lips Are Not So Red 1/1/2004
23. Uriconium: An Ode 1/3/2003
24. The Dead-Beat 12/31/2002
25. The Roads Also 1/3/2003
26. Six O'Clock In Princes Street 1/3/2003
27. Hospital Barge At Cerisy 1/1/2004
28. The Kind Ghosts 1/3/2003
29. Music 1/3/2003
30. A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) 1/3/2003
31. The Show 12/31/2002
32. Miners 1/3/2003
33. The Chances 12/31/2002
34. Hospital Barge 1/3/2003
35. Winter Song 1/3/2003
36. S.I.W. 1/3/2003
37. Has Your Soul Sipped? 1/3/2003
38. Le Christianisme 1/3/2003
39. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson 1/3/2003
40. Beauty: [notes For An Unfinished Poem] 1/1/2004

Comments about Wilfred Owen

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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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    thou art gay :) Wilfred was a good nib

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

Preface

This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
of them. Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour,
dominion or power,
except War.
Above all, this book is not concerned with Poetry.
The subject of it is War, and the pity of War.
The Poetry is in the pity.
Yet these elegies are not to this generation,
This is in no sense consolatory.

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