Recently I read a collection of Wilfred Owen’s poems and loved their power and poignancy. If you’re interested in getting to know his work and aren’t sure where to start, here are my personal favourites: 201 more words
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Here is a poem by Wilfred Owen, one of quite a few posted on this site chronicling the suffering and absurdity of life in the trenches on the Western front during World War One (you can also find poems on this theme on the blog by Siegfried Sassoon, Guillaume Apollinaire and WB Yeats). 403 more words
AN: This was a piece that I had to write about soldiers in the trenches during World War I. My class used Wilfred Owen’s poems (Dulce et Decorum est, Disabled and Exposure) as a reference to how most of the young soldiers have felt/treated/experienced during and after the war. 719 more words
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.
Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad. 59 more words
What a totally amazing collection of Blogs from students studying 20th Century Literature at ACU. There is such depth and variety in this swag of great entries. 271 more words