Book: Poems of Wilfred Owen

• Anthem For Doomed Youth

  What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

  13 lines, 26 comments
• Arms And The Boy

  Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
  How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;

  12 lines, 6 comments
• Training

  Not this week nor this month dare I lie down
  In languour under lime trees or smooth smile.

  9 lines
• Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori

  Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
  Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

  29 lines, 30 comments
• A New Heaven (To-On Active Service)

  Seeing we never found gay fairyland
  (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Futility

  Move him into the sun—
  Gently its touch awoke him once,

  14 lines, 6 comments
• Conscious

  His fingers wake, and flutter; up the bed.
  His eyes come open with a pull of will,

  16 lines
• Strange Meeting

  It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
  Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped

  43 lines, 6 comments
• The Kind Ghosts

  She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
  Out of the stillness of her palace wall,

  12 lines, 1 comment
• Exposure

  Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us…
  Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent…

  46 lines, 4 comments
• The Next War

      War's a joke for me and you,
          While we know such dreams are true.

  20 lines, 3 comments
• Mental Cases

  Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
  Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,

  31 lines, 4 comments
• But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars

  Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
  And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.

  16 lines
• Disabled

  He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
  And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,

  51 lines, 3 comments
• Spells And Incantations

  A vague pearl, a wan pearl
  You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters

  26 lines
• At A Calvary Near The Ancre

  One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
  In this war He too lost a limb,

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Has Your Soul Sipped?

  Has your soul sipped
  Of the sweetness of all sweets?

  46 lines
• Greater Love

  Red lips are not so red
  As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

  25 lines, 2 comments
• Happiness

  Ever again to breathe pure happiness,
  So happy that we gave away our toy?

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Apologia Pro Poemate Meo

  I, too, saw God through mud—
  The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled.

  44 lines, 8 comments
• Le Christianisme

  So the church Christ was hit and buried
  Under its rubbish and its rubble.

  8 lines, 1 comment
• The Sentry

  We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,
  And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell

  38 lines
• The Last Laugh

  'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
  Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,

  15 lines
• Insensibility

  I
  Happy are men who yet before they are killed

  65 lines
• Schoolmistress

  Schoolmistress
  Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet

  11 lines
• Winter Song

  The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
  And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed

  10 lines
• The Roads Also

  The roads also have their wistful rest,
  When the weathercocks perch still and roost,

  20 lines
• The Young Soldier

  It is not death
  Without hereafter

  12 lines
• Elegy In April And September (Jabbered Among The Trees)

  Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen…
  I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,

  29 lines
• Smile, Smile, Smile

  Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned
  Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)

  26 lines
• Six O'clock In Princes Street

  In twos and threes, they have not far to roam,
  Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes;

  13 lines
• The End

  After the blast of lightning from the east,
  The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,

  14 lines
• Music

  I have been urged by earnest violins
  And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Wild With All Regrets

  My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes!
  My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,

  38 lines
• Hospital Barge At Cerisy

  Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
  A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.

  14 lines
• The Send-Off

  Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
  To the siding-shed,

  24 lines, 1 comment
• Miners

  There was a whispering in my hearth,
  A sigh of the coal.

  34 lines
• The Chances

  I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
  Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Soldier's Dream

  I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
  And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;

  8 lines
• S I W

  Patting good-bye, doubtless they told the lad

  49 lines, 4 comments
• Inspection

  'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
  'You dare come on parade like this?'

  16 lines, 1 comment
• The Show

  My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,
  As unremembering how I rose or why,

  29 lines
• The Letter

  With B.E.F. Jun 10. Dear Wife,
  (Oh blast this pencil. 'Ere, Bill, lend's a knife.)

  22 lines
• The Wrestlers

  So neck to neck and obstinate knee to knee
  Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles

  88 lines
• Asleep

  Under his helmet, up against his pack,
  After so many days of work and waking,

  21 lines, 1 comment

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