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 ...
War broke: and now the Winter of the worldWith perishing great darkness closes in.The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,Is over ...
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
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