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

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.

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost...

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost...

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...

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.

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...

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.

She is elegant rather than belle.

She is elegant rather than belle.

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

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.

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,...

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other...

There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other...

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...

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like...

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like...

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...