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Wilfred Owen's poem - Dulce et Decorum Est - with notes - the Gas poem - about a gas attack in the First World War.
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Sep 22, 2011 . Wilfred Owen was born near Oswestry, Shropshire, where his father worked on the railway. He was educated at the Birkenhead Institute, .
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Wilfred Owen World War I poet, biography, information and poetry.
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Manuscript copies of the poems survive, annotated in Sassoon's handwriting. Owen's poetry would eventually be more widely acclaimed .
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Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967):"How to Die" Link to Collected Poems [At Columbia]; Wilfred Owen (1893-1918):"Anthem for a Doomed Youth" Link to Collected .
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Poet and playwright Dr Dannie Abse, recipient of the Wilfred Owen Poetry Award in 2009, has been awarded a CBE for services to poetry and literature.
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On March 18, 1893, Wilfred Edward Salter Owen was born in Shropshire, England. After the death of his grandfather in 1897, the family moved to Birkenhead, .
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Sassoon already had a reputation as a poet and after an awkward introduction he agreed to look over Owen's poems. As well as encouraging Owen to continue, .
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Move him into the sun— / Gently its touch awoke him once, / At home, whispering of fields unsown. / Always it awoke him, even in France, / Until this morning .