Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Acceptance, Happiness, Mortality, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet’s Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Aspiration, Creativity, Youth, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom. Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Aging, Despair, Hope, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Was it for this the clay grew tall? Author, October 4, 2023January 2, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Disappointment, Growth, Questioning, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ All a poet can do today is warn. Author, June 15, 2023January 2, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Poetry, Responsibility, Warning, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Commitment, Duty, Excellence, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Death, Love, Remembrance, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate. Author, January 14, 2024January 9, 2025, Wilfred Owen, Beauty, Escape, Goodness, 0 Wilfred Owen Poet · England
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The Holy Spirit speaks many languages; among them the languages of art in all its forms. Frank Griswold
Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering. Read explanation Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
