Wilfred Owen

1893-1918 / English
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BeautyThe beautiful, the fair, the elegant, / Is that which pleases us, says Kant, / Without a thought of interest or advantage.
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[I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson][I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], / Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; / Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
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DisabledHe sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, / And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, / Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
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An Imperial ElegyNot one corner of a foreign field / But a span as wide as Europe; / An appearance of a titan's grave,
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A New HeavenSeeing we never found gay fairyland / (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) / And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
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Cramped in that Funnelled HoleCramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn / Open a jagged rim around; a yawn / Of death's jaws, which had all but swallowed them
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FutilityMove him into the sun - / Gently its touch awoke him once, / At home, whispering of fields unsown.
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Hospital BargeBudging the sluggard ripples of the Somme, / A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed. / Softly her engines down the current *******
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But I Was Looking at the Permanent StarsBugles sang, saddening the evening air, / And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear. / Voices of boys were by the river-side.
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Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, / Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, / Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
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