Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

1. Roundel 11/5/2015
2. A Palinode 10/31/2015
3. Shadwell Stair 4/1/2010
4. Maundy Thursday 4/1/2010
5. Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity Disc 4/1/2010
6. The Calls [unfinished] 1/1/2004
7. Sonnet: On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 4/1/2010
8. On My Songs 4/1/2010
9. My Shy Hand 4/1/2010
10. Antaeus: [a Fragment] 4/1/2010
11. O World Of Many Worlds 4/1/2010
12. Song Of Songs 4/1/2010
13. Storm 4/1/2010
14. The Calls 1/3/2003
15. Preface 1/3/2003
16. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Artillery Brought Into Action 1/3/2003
17. The Unreturning 4/1/2010
18. Spells And Incantations 1/3/2003
19. Six O'Clock In Princes Street 1/3/2003
20. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 12/31/2002
21. Uriconium: An Ode 1/3/2003
22. Training 1/3/2003
23. Hospital Barge At Cerisy 1/1/2004
24. Red Lips Are Not So Red 1/1/2004
25. Music 1/3/2003
26. The Dead-Beat 12/31/2002
27. The Roads Also 1/3/2003
28. The Chances 12/31/2002
29. Beauty: [notes For An Unfinished Poem] 1/1/2004
30. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson 1/3/2003
31. The Kind Ghosts 1/3/2003
32. Le Christianisme 1/3/2003
33. The Parable Of The Young Man And The Old 1/3/2003
34. A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) 1/3/2003
35. From My Diary, July 1914 4/1/2010
36. Hospital Barge 1/3/2003
37. With An Identity Disc 1/3/2003
38. Winter Song 1/3/2003
39. S.I.W. 1/3/2003
40. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified 1/3/2003

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  • Jon Holloway Jon Holloway (4/7/2018 4:41:00 PM)

    I went to the same school as Wilfred Owen in Birkenhead, our motto was Doctus in se semper divitias habet which is how it appeared on our badges, however our Latin teacher said that it should be doctus in se semper divitias habet which means A man with learning is rich inside. Clearly there was a large gap between our respective attendances! We were read Wilfred Owens poetry at assembly from time to time which was narrated very well and seeped into my soul.

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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

The Chances

I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,
"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it."
"Ah well," says Jimmy, -- an' 'e's seen some scrappin' --
"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;
Ye get knocked out; else wounded -- bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy."

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