Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

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

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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.- ...

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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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