Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow.

Quote by Wilfred Owen

Topics: Poetry Quotes, World War I Quotes

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the...

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the...

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet,...

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet,...

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

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

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

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from...

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from...

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

All a poet can do today is warn.

All a poet can do today is warn.

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

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

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride...

Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for,...

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for,...

If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything...

If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything...

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.