We're taking Owen to Zoom! To mark 101 years since the publication of Owen's Poems, the WOA is hosting a series of online discussions on the 1st Thursday of each month. Starting *4th Feb*, we'll be opening the floor for discussion📢 Come along and join us: eventbrite.com/o/the-wilfred-…

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Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. #WilfredOwen #Futility

Courage leaked, as sand From the best sand-bags after years of rain. #WilfredOwen #SIW

The Cycle Touring Festival is on now, and I'll be speaking on Sun 21st Feb, about my Wilfred Owen Odyssey Cycle Tour, the poem it inspired, and my Lockdown #BristolBikeBard verses. There are talks all week. CycleTouringFestival #CTF2021 #CyclePoet #WilfredOwen #CycleTouring #Cycling

Wilfred Owen, born on this day, 18 March 1893, in Oswestry, Shropshire. What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? - Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. #WilfredOwen #AnthemForDoomedYouth

Wilfred Owen One of our local walks... Enjoy! pipstickswalks.co.uk/blog/literary-…

“On May 19 1942...the BBC was back in the same garden planning to broadcast the nightingales (sans cello). But 197 bombers (Wellingtons and Lancasters) began flying overhead on their way to raids in Mannheim...” bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-…

Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; #WilfredOwen A close reading of 'Dulce Et Decorum Est' - The British Library shar.es/aoNoru

But let my death be memoried on this disc. Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed. But may thy heart-beat kiss it night and day, Until the name grow vague and wear away. With an Identity Disc- Wilfred Owen 📸 1917 draft - FWW Digital Poetry Archive #WorldPoetryDay

Letters from the Asylum: how to write when no one will read it. An introduction to the powerful writing of First World War poet Ivor Gurney, with Kate Kennedy. • 31 Oct. 2021, 6 pm Ann Kennedy Smith Kate Kennedy Oxford Life-Writing literaturecambridge.co.uk/book-online-st…

OTD 1918: Wilfred Owen was killed on the banks of the Sambre-Oise canal, Ors

“I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now. . . .” - Wilfred Owen, died 4 November 1918, Ors #WilfredOwen #StrangeMeeting

Lest we forget. In honour of Remembrance Day, Harborne Acadmey student William recites the poem MCMXIV (1914). Wilfred Owen #RemembranceDay2021 #Harborneacademy

“Last night for the first time since you were dead I walked with you, my brother, in a dream....” Just 8 years after her brother was killed in #WW1, #NewZealand author Katherine Mansfield dies #OTD 9 Jan 1923. Her poem for her brother here: behindtheirlines.blogspot.com/2015/09/dead-m… #poetry #WW1

These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. #WilfredOwen #MentalCases

Wilfred Owen Association Wilfred Owen I thought you might find this interesting - a tribute to Owen, by a German. youtube.com/watch?v=MYWYCK…

This morning: 'Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us...' Wilfred Owen MC, poet, 1893-1918, inspired by Keats (and by Yeats, who later knived Owen's reputation) bbc.in/3fb93yO 9am BBC Radio 4