Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Quotations

  • ''We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Exposure (l. 12). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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  • ''A mead
    Bordered about with warbling water brooks.
    A maid
    Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 17-20). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
  • ''Bees
    Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
    Boys
    Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 9-12). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
  • ''Was it for this the clay grew tall?
    MO what made fatuous sunbeams toil
    To break earth's sleep at all?''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 12-14). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Move him into the sun—
    Gently its touch awoke him once,
    At home, whispering of fields half-sown.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Heart, you were never hot
    Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 19-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. "Greater Love," (l. 1-2) (written 1917), publ. In The Poems of Wilfred Owen, ed. Edmund Blunden (1931). Opening lines.
  • ''Your slender attitude
    Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''Happy are men who yet before they are killed
    Can let their veins run cold.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''By choice they made themselves immune
    To pity and whatever moans in man
    Before the last sea and the hapless stars;
    Whatever mourns when many leave these shores;
    Whatever shares
    The eternal reciprocity of tears.''
    Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 54-59). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.

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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 damnèd spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.

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