About Wilfred Owen
1893 – 1918/EnglishWilfred Owen has become best known for his angry poetry on the supposed nobility and glory of war. But while he was compassionate to those around him, he was not self-pitying and earned the Military Cross for his bravery.
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
Beauty
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
[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;
Disabled
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;
A New Heaven
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
About Wilfred Owen
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Who is Wilfred Owen?
1893 – 1918/EnglishWilfred Owen has become best known for his angry poetry on the supposed nobility and glory of war. But while he was compassionate to those around him, he was not self-pitying and earned the Military Cross for his bravery.
Where can I read Wilfred Owen's poetry?
Kavishala has 39 poems and stories by Wilfred Owen, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Wilfred Owen
Beauty
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
[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;
Disabled
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;
A New Heaven
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
Cramped in that Funnelled Hole
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawnOpen a jagged rim around; a yawn
Hospital Barge
Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Le Christianisme
So the church Christ was hit and buriedUnder its ******* and its rubble.
Futility
Move him into the sun -Gently its touch awoke him once,
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Maundy Thursday
Between the brown hands of a server-ladThe silver cross was offered to be kissed.
Selected Quotes by Wilfred Owen (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
Move him into the sun -Gently its touch awoke him once,
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Between the brown hands of a server-ladThe silver cross was offered to be kissed.
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