Quotes by Wilfred Owen

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

#Afterlife, #Death, #Poetry

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

#Death, #Poetry, #World War

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

#Poetry, #World War I

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

#World War I

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

#Poetry, #World War I

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

#Poetry, #World War I

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