Wilfred Owen, selected poems Contents
- Introduction
- Timeline
- Images
- Author(s)
- The context of Wilfred Owen's poetry
- Selected poems of Wilfred Owen: Synopses and commentaries
- Wilfred Owen: 1914 Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Anthem for Doomed Youth Show more
- Wilfred Owen: At a Calvary near the Ancre Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Disabled Show more
- Wilfred Owen : Dulce et Decorum Est Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Exposure Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Futility Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Greater Love Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Hospital Barge Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Insensibility Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Inspection Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Le Christianisme Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Mental Cases Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Miners Show more
- Wilfred Owen: S.I.W Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Soldier’s Dream Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Sonnet On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Spring Offensive Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Strange Meeting Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Dead-Beat Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Last Laugh Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Letter Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Parable of the Old Man and the Young Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Send-Off Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Sentry Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Wild with All Regrets Show more
- An over-view of themes in the poetry of Wilfred Owen
- Critical approaches to the poetry of Wilfred Owen
- Approaching essays and exams
- Wilfred Owen: Resources and further reading
More on Vera Brittain
More on Vera Brittain...:Vera Brittain served on the Western front as a V.A.D (Voluntary Auxiliary Detachment) Nurse.
Perhaps (to R A L) by Vera Brittain
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.
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