14 ordspråk av Wilfred owen
Wilfred owen
 What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. |
| My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. |
| All a poet can do today is warn. |
| Was it for this the clay grew tall? |
| And in the happy no-time of his sleeping/ Death took him by the heart. |
| My arms have mutinied against me — brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease. |
| 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. |
| A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to still village wells Up half-known roads. |
| The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;/ Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,/ And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. |
| Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son... |
| Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage? Or fill these void veins full again with youth And wash with an immortal water age? |
| Red lips are not so red/ As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. |
| All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the truest poets must be truthful. |
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