Quotes by Wilfred Owen

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
– Wilfred Owen
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
– Wilfred Owen
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
– Wilfred Owen