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All a poet can do today is warn.
Wilfred Owen
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's.
Wilfred Owen
If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
Wilfred Owen
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Wilfred Owen
Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
Wilfred Owen
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Wilfred Owen
Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
Wilfred Owen
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
Wilfred Owen
Red lips are not so red; As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Wilfred Owen
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith: 'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death. Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified, Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.
Wilfred Owen
He dropped, - more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet; - Just blinked at my revolver, blearily; - Didn't appear to know a war was on, Or see the blasted trench at which he stared.
Wilfred Owen
Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
Wilfred Owen
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod.
Wilfred Owen
These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
Wilfred Owen
Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
Wilfred Owen
Bent double like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Wilfred Owen
Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
Wilfred Owen
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
Wilfred Owen
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
Wilfred Owen
A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.
Wilfred Owen
After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
Wilfred Owen
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
Wilfred Owen
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