Wilfred Owen War Poems

Disabled

"He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark"

"Shivered in his ghastly suit of grey"

Dulce Et Decorum Est

"Men marched asleep. many had lost their boots but limped on, blood-shod"

The old lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"

S.I.W

"With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed, and truthfully wrote the mother, 'Tim died smiling'"

"Wound, fever, trench-foot, shock, unstrapped the wrench"

Mental Cases

"These are men those minds the Dead have ravished"

"Rucked too thick for these men's extrication"

Anthem For Doomed Youth

"No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells"

"What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes"

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

"But the old man would not so, but slew his son, and half the seed of Europe, one by one"

"Offer the Ram of Pride Instead"