Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Poems of Wilfred Owen

1. [I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] 1/1/2004
2. 1914 1/3/2003
3. A New Heaven 1/3/2003
4. A Terre 12/31/2002
5. A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) 1/3/2003
6. An Imperial Elegy 1/3/2003
7. Antaeus: [A Fragment] 4/1/2010
8. Anthem For Doomed Youth 12/31/2002
9. Apologia Pro Poemate Meo 12/31/2002
10. Arms and the Boy 12/31/2002
11. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified 1/3/2003
12. Asleep 1/3/2003
13. At a Calvary Near the Ancre 12/31/2002
14. Beauty 1/3/2003
15. Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem] 1/1/2004
16. But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars 1/3/2003
17. Conscious 12/31/2002
18. Cramped in That Funnelled Hole 1/3/2003
19. Disabled 12/31/2002
20. Dulce et Decorum Est 12/31/2002

Inspection

'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
'You dare come on parade like this?'
'Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.
'I takes 'is name, sir?'-'Please, and then dismiss.'

Some days 'confined to camp' he got,
For being 'dirty on parade'.
He told me, afterwards, the damn├Ęd spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.

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