Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

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

Comments about Wilfred Owen

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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

Le Christianisme

So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.

One Virgin still immaculate
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.

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