A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied ...
Wilfred Owen Poems (42 Poems)
Beauty (Wilfred Owen Poems)
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to ...
Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem] (Wilfred Owen Poems)
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to ...
A New Heaven (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)And missed the tide of Lethe; yet ...
Antaeus: [A Fragment] (Wilfred Owen Poems)
So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee,Wrestled those two; and peerless HeraclesCould not prevail, nor get at ...
1914 (Wilfred Owen Poems)
War broke: and now the Winter of the worldWith perishing great darkness closes in.The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,Is over ...
But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and ...
At a Calvary Near the Ancre (Wilfred Owen Poems)
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.In this war He too lost a limb,But His disciples hide apart;And now the ...
As Bronze May Be Much Beautified (Wilfred Owen Poems)
As bronze may be much beautifiedBy lying in the dark damp soil,So men who fade in dust of warfare fadeFairer, ...
Cramped in That Funnelled Hole (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawnOpen a jagged rim around; a yawnOf death's jaws, which had all ...
[I Saw His Round Mouth’s Crimson] (Wilfred Owen Poems)
,Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;Watched the magnificent recession ...
An Imperial Elegy (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;An appearance of a titan's grave,And the length ...
Mental Cases (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Winter Song (Wilfred Owen Poems)
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and ...
Dulce Et Decorum Est (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
Spring Offensive (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
Anthem For Doomed Youth (Wilfred Owen Poems)
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
The Sentry (Wilfred Owen Poems)
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
The Send-Off (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. ...
The End (Wilfred Owen Poems)
After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of ...
Disabled (Wilfred Owen Poems)
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
The Parable Of The Old Men And The Young (Wilfred Owen Poems)
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as ...
Strange Meeting (Wilfred Owen Poems)
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
Apologia Pro Poemate Meo (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
The Last Laugh (Wilfred Owen Poems)
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
Wild With All Regrets (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
Futility (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Move him into the sun -- Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it ...
A Terre (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
Smile, Smile, Smile (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our ...
S. I. W. (Wilfred Owen Poems)
"I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth ...