Poems by Wilfred Owen
The Last Laugh
... and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, ...
Maundy Thursday
... (I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing ...
Training
... my renown Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style ...
As Bronze May Be Much Beautified (Unfinished)
... Who ( ) Lie dark for ever under abysmal war ...
Shadwell Stair
... And through the cavernous slaughter-house, ...
The End
... Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage ...
Sonnet: On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action
... Our gold in shapes of flame, our breaths in storm ...
An Imperial Elegy
... Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night ...
Le Christianisme
... In cellars, packed-up saints long serried, ...
Dulce et Decorum Est
... — Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, ...
Preface
... Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, ...
Wild With All Regrets
... not to renew My boyhood with my boys, and teach 'em hitting, ...
Futility
... Full-nerved,-still warm,-too hard to stir ...
Hospital Barge At Cerisy
... Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed ...
Anthem for Doomed Youth
... The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall ...
