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Wilfred Owen wrote nearly all of his important poems in a span of fifteen months, between August 1917 and September 1918. He was killed seven days before the war ended. Only five of his poems appeared in print during his lifetime.

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Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen

The Last Laugh

‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped—In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,—Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.
Another sighed,—‘O Mother,—Mother,—Dad!’
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,—Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.
‘My Love!’ one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets’ long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.

More by Wilfred Owen

  1. Dulce et Decorum Est
  2. Anthem for Doomed Youth
  3. Strange Meeting
  4. Futility
  5. Disabled

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