Wilfred Owen's Poetry, by title

• 1914

  War broke: and now the Winter of the world
  With perishing great darkness closes in.

  14 lines, 5 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
• A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers)

  Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
  Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.

  65 lines, 4 comments
• An Imperial Elegy

  Not one corner of a foreign field
  But a span as wide as Europe;

  7 lines
• Antaeus: [A Fragment]

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

  13 lines
• Anthem For Doomed Youth

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

  13 lines, 26 comments
• Apologia Pro Poemate Meo

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

  44 lines, 8 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
• As Bronze May Be Much Beautified (Unfinished)

  As bronze may be much beautified
  By lying in the dark damp soil,

  13 lines, 1 comment
• Asleep

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

  21 lines, 1 comment
• 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
• Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]

  The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
  Is that which pleases us, says Kant,

  26 lines
• But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars

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

  16 lines
• Conscious

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

  16 lines
• Cramped In That Funnelled Hole

  Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn
  Open a jagged rim around; a yawn

  9 lines
• Disabled

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

  51 lines, 3 comments
• 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
• 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
• 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
• From My Diary, July 1914

  Leaves
  Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.

  32 lines
• Futility

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

  14 lines, 6 comments
• 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
• Has Your Soul Sipped?

  Has your soul sipped
  Of the sweetness of all sweets?

  46 lines
• Hospital Barge At Cerisy

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

  14 lines
• I know The Music (unfinished)

  All sounds have been as music to my listening:
  Pacific lamentations of slow bells,

  25 lines, 1 comment
• I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson

  [I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
  Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;

  7 lines
• Insensibility

  I
  Happy are men who yet before they are killed

  65 lines
• Inspection

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

  16 lines, 1 comment
• Le Christianisme

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

  8 lines

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