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Jan 10, 2018 · Here’s our pick of Wilfred Owen’s ten best poems. 1. ‘ Futility ’. Move him into the sun –. Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now.
- “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.
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed. Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter,
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.
13 quotes from The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen: ‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludg...
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The Last Laugh | The Poetry Foundation. By Wilfred Owen. ‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped—In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns chuckled—Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed. Another sighed,—‘O Mother,—mother,—Dad!’. Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
