Wilfred Owen. 1893 - 1918, British anti-war poet, war hero, military cross winner. killed 1 week before Armistice Day. Few would challenge the claim that Wilfred Owen is the greatest writer of war poetry in the English language. He wrote out of his intense personal experience as a soldier and wrote with unrivaled power of the physical, moral and psychological trauma of the First World War. All of his great war poems on which his reputation rests were written in a mere fifteen months.
Sean Bean reads Wilfred Owen's Anthem for Doomed Youth. For those who served in World War One. The end of which was celebrated as Armistice Day in the U.S. and became Veterans Day in 1954. This greatest man made horror would only be eclipsed by World War Two, twenty years later.
A Poet of the Great War: Wilfred Edward Salter Owen (1893-1918) was an English poet and soldier. He is regarded by many as the leading poet of "the Great War". His work is shocking and realistic with its focus upon the horrors of trench warfare and gas attacks.
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend Siegfried Sassoon
Wilfred Owen. One of his works is Anthem for Doomed Youth. "In this octet the devilish clamour of trench warfare is carefully set against the subdued atmosphere of church. These religious images: passing bells, orisons (prayers), voice of mourning, choirs, candles, holy glimmers, symbolise the sanctity of life - and death - while suggesting also the inadequacy, the futility, even meaninglessness, of organised religion measured against such a cataclysm as war."
Wilfred Owen, whose WWI poems are tragic, striking, strangely lovely, with a peculiar irony, died so young, so talented, one week before the war's end. From Dulce et Decorum est: "Bent double like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the sludge" and later "Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning."