All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want..

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me..

My subject is war, and the pity of war..

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill..

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead..

I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sen….

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, mig….

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns..

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging fac….

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the d….

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori..

Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity..

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose..

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland..

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell..

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should d….

All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful..

All a poet can do today is warn..

Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold..

Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not w….