Poems by Wilfred Owen
The Next War
... While we know such dreams are true ...
Strange Meeting
... Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels ...
Disabled
... Now, he will spend a few sick years in institutes, ...
The Sentry
... And thud! flump! thud! down the steep steps came thumping ...
The Young Soldier
... Faint, and exceeding small ...
The Roads Also
... Though their own child cry for them in tears, ...
A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers)
... never shall. Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes ...
My Shy Hand
... And Time shall not drain thence, nor trouble spill ...
Song Of Songs
... breathe so, Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say ...
Conscious
... yet hot - And there's no light to see the voices by&hellip ...
Cramped In That Funnelled Hole
... a yawn Of death's jaws, which had all but swallowed them ...
Six O'clock In Princes Street
... In twos and threes, they have not far to roam, ...
S I W
... Sisters would wish girls too could shoot, charge, curse&hellip ...
Soldier's Dream
... But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael ...
O World Of Many Worlds
... Where am I? O whither is it thy fierce onrush drives ...
