Wilfred Owen Quotes About War

Quotes about: War

• I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, This Generation, Generations

• No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Moon, Men

  Wilfred Owen (1965). “The Collected poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.160, New Directions Publishing

• Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Pity, Poetry Is

  Poems (1963 ed.) preface

• What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Gun, Bells

  "Anthem for Doomed Youth" l. 1 (written 1917)

• Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.

  Wilfred Owen

  Sweet, War, Lying

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.189, Delphi Classics

• The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Lying, Latin

  "Dulce et Decorum Est" l. 21 (written 1918) See Horace 20

• The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, News, Slaughter

  "Complete Works of Wilfred Owen".

• I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use!
  One dies of war like any old disease.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Use, Disease

  Wilfred Owen (1965). “The Collected poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.64, New Directions Publishing

• Heart, you were never hot
  Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Heart, Hot

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.202, Delphi Classics

• Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Eye, Boys

• Happy are men who yet before they are killed
  Can let their veins run cold.

  Wilfred Owen

  Running, Fear, War

  Wilfred Owen, Douglas Kerr (1994). “The Poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.18, Wordsworth Editions

• The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Party, Horizon

• My subject is war, and the pity of war.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Pity, Subjects

  Preface (written 1918)

• And some cease feeling
  Even themselves or for themselves.
  Dullness best solves
  The tease and doubt of shelling

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Feelings, Doubt

  Wilfred Owen (1965). “The Collected poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.37, New Directions Publishing

• It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Tunnels, Long

  'Strange Meeting' (written 1918)

• I thought of all that worked dark pits
  Of war, and died
  Digging the rock where Death reputes
  Peace lies indeed.

  Wilfred Owen

  Death, War, Lying

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.178, Delphi Classics

• 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.

  Wilfred Owen

  Children, War, Eye

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.23, Delphi Classics

• This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Book, Hero

  Preface (written 1918)

• I have perceived much beauty
  In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight;
  Heard music in the silentness of duty;
  Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.

  Wilfred Owen

  Beauty, War, Storm

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.23, Delphi Classics

• Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Flying, Enthusiasm

  "The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen".

• I, too, saw God through mud

  Wilfred Owen

  War, Mud, Saws

  Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.23, Delphi Classics

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