Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First World War. His war poetry on the horrБольше
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#the sentry3 мин. чтения

The Sentry

We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,
And gave us hell, for shell on frantic
Hammered on top, but never quite burst through
Rain, guttering down in waterfalls of slime,

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#imperial1 мин. чтения

An Imperial Elegy

Not one corner of a foreign
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,

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#miners2 мин. чтения

Miners

There was a whispering in my hearth,
A sigh of the coal
Grown wistful of a former
It might recall

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#Песня1 мин. чтения

Song Of Songs

Sing me at morn but only with your laugh;
Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf;
Even as Love that laugheth after Life
Sing me but only with your speech all day,

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#hospital1 мин. чтения

Hospital Barge At Cerisy

Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,

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#greater love2 мин. чтения

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead
Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure
O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead
Your slender attitude Trembles no...

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#the wrestlers4 мин. чтения

The Wrestlers

So neck to neck and obstinate knee to
Wrestled those two; and peerless
Could not prevail nor catch at any vantage;
But those huge hands which small had strangled

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#arms1 мин. чтения

Arms And The Boy

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh
Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads Whi...

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#know2 мин. чтения

I know The Music unfinished

All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

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#inspection1 мин. чтения

Inspection

'You
What d'you mean by this
' I rapped
'You dare come on parade like this

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#the end1 мин. чтения

The End

After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,
After the drums of time have rolled and
And from the bronze west long retreat is blown,

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#apologia2 мин. чтения

Apologia Pro Poemate Meo

I, too, saw God through mud— The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled
War brought more glory to their eyes than blood,
And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child
Merry it was to laugh there— Where death becomes a...

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