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 ...
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawnOpen a jagged rim around; a yawnOf death's jaws, which had all ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
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