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Arms and the Poet, Wilfred Owen (Let's Talk Poetry, Part One)

War poetry does not sugar coat, and the thoughts, the waves and ripples produced by one’s own sense of self, are not affected or distorted by crude and raw emotion, for these are a people stripped of all but their words.  1,393 more words

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Not About Heroes

My first show at this year’s Edinburgh Festival Fringe was this rather intense exploration of the relationship between Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. And after flying from San Francisco to Edinburgh and coming directly to the theatre, it’s an achievement not to be understated, that the play held my attention throughout. 144 more words


Siegfried Sassoon: A Working Party

Three hours ago he blundered up the trench,
Sliding and poising, groping with his boots;
Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls
With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk. 986 more words

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Walter Panton(1889-1917)

Dulce et Decorun Est Pro Patria Mori by Wilfred Owen

I think this is one of the most powerful works about war ever written.

Wilfred Owen’s poem had a huge personal impact on me. 232 more words


Wilfred Owen: The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife. 591 more words


Walking with Wilfred Owen

10 August 1917: a dozen walkers from the Craiglockhart War Hospital Field Club, including Wilfred Owen, walk in the Pentland Hills. According to an article Owen wrote for the hospital magazine… 386 more words


Wilfred Owen: Disabled

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, 
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, 
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park  1,077 more words

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