Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

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

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    War experience of the poet made him think about an underpath leading to the world of death. While passing through it he came across an enemy soldier who killed the soldier-poet with a bayonet. Though he was the enemy the poet extends a friendly attitude depicting his mindset against wars which are disastrous to humanity.

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    does anyone know any poems that support war? i need to compare for and against war poems for school and i cant find anything. will be greatly appreciated if someone can help :)

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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

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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