Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MCwas an English poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend and mentor Siegfried Sassoon, and stood in stark contrast both to the public perception of war at the time and to the confidently patriotic verse written by earlier war poets such as Rupert Brooke. Among his best-known works – most of which...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 March 1893
poetry subject war
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
war pity subjects
My subject is war, and the pity of war.
war this-generation generations
I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
war news slaughter
The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter
war flying enthusiasm
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
war tunnels profound
It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
death war lying
I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.
war feelings doubt
And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
war heart hot
Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
war disease use
I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
beauty war storm
I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight; Heard music in the silentness of duty; Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
war party horizon
The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.
war eye boys
Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
war lying latin
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.