Archives for Owen, Wilfred
Exposure by Wilfred Owen

Exposure by Wilfred Owen

Published On Sunday, March 13, 2011. Under: 1900s, Owen, Wilfred.
Exposure by Wilfred Owen I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . . Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient . . . Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous, But ...
The Send-off by Wilfred Owen

The Send-off by Wilfred Owen

Published On Monday, December 27, 2010. Under: 1900s, Owen, Wilfred.
The Send-off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men's are, dead. Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp Stood staring hard, Sorry to miss them ...
Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen

Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen

Published On Thursday, November 11, 2010. Under: 1900s, Owen, Wilfred.
Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen (Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon   My arms have mutinied against me—brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease. I can't read. There: it's no use. Take your ...
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

Published On Monday, July 19, 2010. Under: 1900s, Owen, Wilfred, World War I.
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen      What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?         Only the monstrous anger of the guns.         Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle      Can patter out their hasty orisons.      No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,      Nor any voice of ...
Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

Published On Sunday, April 25, 2010. Under: 1800s, 1900s, Owen, Wilfred.
Wilfred Owen was born at Oswestry on 18th March 1893 A month before his death he wrote to his mother: "My nerves are in perfect order. I came out again in order to help these boys; directly, by leading them as well as an officer can; indirectly, by watching their sufferings that I may speak of them as well as a pleader can." Let his own words be his epitaph:— "Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery." ~Siegfried Sassoon
Dulce Et Decorum Est–Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est–Wilfred Owen

Published On Thursday, January 28, 2010. Under: 1800s, Owen, Wilfred, World War I.
Wilfred Owen was born at Oswestry on 18th March 1893 A month before his death he wrote to his mother: "My nerves are in perfect order. I came out again in order to help these boys; directly, by leading them as well as an officer can; indirectly, by watching their sufferings that I may speak of them as well as a pleader can." Let his own words be his epitaph:— "Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery." ~Siegfried Sassoon

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