Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

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

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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

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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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