All theological lore is growing distasteful to me. All my recent excursions into such fields proves it to be a shifting, hypothetical, doubt-fostering, dusty, and unprofitable study. Wilfred Owen More Quotes by Wilfred Owen More Quotes From Wilfred Owen Heart, you were never hot Wilfred Owen hot heart war Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds, - Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved -still warm -too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? -O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? Wilfred Owen stars kindness morning I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry? Wilfred Owen ministry asks After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve. Wilfred Owen aunt fighting reading So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went. Wilfred Owen Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both. Wilfred Owen never-fear force home My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, Wilfred Owen grief soul wind I have perceived much beauty Wilfred Owen storm beauty war For by my glee might many men have laughed, Wilfred Owen glee may men The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth. Wilfred Owen laughter sweet life Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War. Wilfred Owen flying enthusiasm war Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? Wilfred Owen clay toil sleep Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them. Wilfred Owen enjoyed study children I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law Wilfred Owen analysis law philosophy Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do Wilfred Owen old-people numbers people I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness. Wilfred Owen vagueness reading thinking It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Wilfred Owen tunnels war long Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote! Wilfred Owen holding-on language together When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing Wilfred Owen lists views impossible And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. Wilfred Owen feet men death
