“A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.Quote by Wilfred OwenTopics: Quotes about Wilfred OwenShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...#Poetry, #World War I
My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...#Death, #Poetry, #World War I
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.#Wilfred Owen
