Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

41. A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) 1/3/2003
42. Happiness 1/3/2003
43. Smile, Smile, Smile 12/31/2002
44. Spring Offensive 12/31/2002
45. Wild With All Regrets 12/31/2002
46. Schoolmistress 1/3/2003
47. Insensibility 12/31/2002
48. The Letter 1/3/2003
49. Inspection 1/3/2003
50. The Sentry 12/31/2002
51. The Young Soldier 1/3/2003
52. Conscious 12/31/2002
53. With An Identity Disc 1/3/2003
54. The Send-Off 12/31/2002
55. [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] 1/1/2004
56. A Terre 12/31/2002
57. At A Calvary Near The Ancre 12/31/2002
58. But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars 1/3/2003
59. Soldier's Dream 1/3/2003
60. The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young 12/31/2002
61. An Imperial Elegy 1/3/2003
62. Greater Love 12/31/2002
63. Miners 1/3/2003
64. Apologia Pro Poemate Meo 12/31/2002
65. Cramped In That Funnelled Hole 1/3/2003
66. Elegy In April And September 1/3/2003
67. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified 1/3/2003
68. The Last Laugh 1/3/2003
69. Strange Meeting 12/31/2002
70. Beauty 1/3/2003
71. I Know The Music 1/3/2003
72. A New Heaven 1/3/2003
73. Arms And The Boy 12/31/2002
74. Futility 12/31/2002
75. Mental Cases 12/31/2002
76. The Next War 1/3/2003
77. Asleep 1/3/2003
78. Exposure 12/31/2002
79. 1914 1/3/2003
80. Disabled 12/31/2002

Comments about Wilfred Owen

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    he is (was) very encouraging and talented

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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