Wilfred Owen Quotes About Home
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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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?
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