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65 Copy quote. Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Wilfred Owen. Stones, Red, Lips. Poems (1963 ed.) "Greater Love". 17 Copy quote. If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable. Wilfred Owen. Soldier, Historical, Unthinkable.
Dulce et Decorum Est. By 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. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod.
I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child. Wilfred Owen. Children, War, Eye. Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.23, Delphi Classics.
Strange Meeting. By Wilfred Owen. It seemed that out of battle I escaped. Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped. Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared.
- “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 our backs.
- “Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.” ― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen.
- “And you have fixed my life — however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.”
- “The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est. Pro patria mori.” ― Wilfred Owen.
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--. My friend, you would not tell with such high zest. To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est. Pro patria mori.”. ― Wilfred Owen, The War Poems. tags: death , poetry , war , world-war-i. 138 likes.
Nov 12, 2006 · No one better captured the pity of war, says British army chief. Wilfred Owen's poetry, which chronicles the horror of life and death on the Western Front, speaks to soldiers serving today in Iraq ...
