Wilfred Owen Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds, - Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved -still warm -too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? -O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?

  Wilfred Owen

  Morning, Stars, Kindness

  1918 'Futility', collected in Poems (published1920).

• The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

  Wilfred Owen

  Night, Sight, Broken

  Wilfred Owen (1965). “The Collected poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.22, New Directions Publishing

• Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?

  Wilfred Owen

  Sleep, Clay, Toil

  'Greater Love' (written 1917)

• And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.
  And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid
  Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further,
  Showed me its feet, the feet of many men,
  And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

  Wilfred Owen

  Death, Men, Feet

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.194, Delphi Classics

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