Not long after he completed his training he suffered several traumatic experiences that led to a diagnosis of shell shock and a period of recuperation in a war hospital in Edinburgh. Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) was an English poet who wrote about the horrors of trench warfare. Wilfred Owen & Siegfried Sassoon Plate from Poems by Wilfred Owen (1920) Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,Īnd each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes What candles may be held to speed them all? The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells Īnd bugles calling for them from sad shires. Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – No mockeries now for them no prayers nor bells, What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? “Anthem for Doomed Youth” by Wilfred Owen is one of the most moving poems I have ever read you might want to have Kleenexes handy. This year I’m taking a look at a poem written during the First World War. Last year for Remembrance Day I posted a review of three picture books.
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