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 ...
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
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