“I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.” ChildrenWarEyeLaughingSawsBloodGloryShakesCheeksMudCrackedGlee Book:Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)
“If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.” IfsChildrenDreamEyeFacesLyingSinWhiteBehindsWatchesBloodGloryDevilMy FriendsSickCancerTongueInnocentBitterDesperatePaceLungsArdentObsceneWagonsZestDecorum Author:Wilfred Owen
“Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.” WellsWarSpiritLyingBloodSweetWoundsWheelsChariotsToo Deep Book:Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)
