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.

Quote by Wilfred Owen

Topics: Death Quotes, Poetry Quotes, World War I Quotes

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.

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

She is elegant rather than belle.

She is elegant rather than belle.

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,...

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

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...

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...

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

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

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...

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...

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...

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a...

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a...

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

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

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...

All a poet can do today is warn.

All a poet can do today is warn.

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...

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I...

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I...

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical...

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical...

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.