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Tag Archives: Wilfred Owen
On the 11th hour – Wilfred Owen & a most moving poetic parable
The 11th of November, and Remembrance Sunday were days my father held above most others. Some of my earliest memories involve standing to attention by the black & white television in the back room as Big Ben chimed, the guns … Continue reading
The poetry of London: Wilfred Owen and the Ghost of Shadwell Stair
Wilfred Owen is, for many (including myself) the greatest poet of the First World War. Memorable works such Dulce et Decorum Est and Anthem for Doomed Youth are part of the GCSE syllabus; Owen himself features in Pat Barker’s Regeneration … Continue reading
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