The Poems of Wilfred Owen Quotes

“Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“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, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and secret happiness we stumbled; and gods and demons clamoured in our senses.”
― Siegfried Sassoon, Poems

“Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“Some say God caught them even before they fell.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout
"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.”
― Wilfred Owen, Poems

“All sounds have been as music to my listening”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“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, The Poems of Wilfred Owen