Skip to content
Linespedia

Preface

Topics: classic

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, dominion or power,                             except War.                  Above all, this book is not concerned with Poetry.                  The subject of it is War, and the pity of War.                  The Poetry is in the pity.                  Yet these elegies are not to this generation,                             This is in no sense consolatory.                  They may be to the next.                  All the poet can do to-day is to warn.                  That is why the true Poets must be truthful.                  If I thought the letter of this book would last,             I might have used proper names; but if the spirit of it survives Prussia,--my ambition and those names will be content; for they will have achieved themselves fresher fields than Flanders.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"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, dominion or power,..."

This evocative piece by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, titled "Preface", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Classified Tags

Related lines

"I mind as 'ow the night afore that show         Us five got talking,--we was in the know,         "Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for i"

"Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned         Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)         And (large) Vast Booty from"

"(Another version of "A Terre".)              To Siegfried Sassoon         My arms have mutinied against me--brutes!         My fing"

"Earth's wheels run oiled with blood.    Forget we that.              Let us lie down and dig ourselves in thought.              Beauty"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Continue Reading

"I mind as 'ow the night afore that show         Us..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.