When Wilfred was born, his parents lived in a comfortable house owned by his grandfather, Edward Shaw.
In November he was killed in action at the age of twenty-five, one week before the Armistice. Only five poems were published in his lifetime—three in the Nation and two that appeared anonymously in the Hydra, a journal he edited in when he was a patient at Craiglockhart The sentry owen wilfred Hospital in Edinburgh.
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen was born on 18 Marchin Oswestry, on the Welsh border of Shropshire, in the beautiful and spacious home of his maternal grandfather. As the oldest of four children born in rapid succession, Wilfred developed a protective attitude toward the others and an especially close relationship with his mother.
The family then moved to another modest house, in Shrewsbury, where Owen attended Shrewsbury Technical School and graduated in at the age of Having attempted unsuccessfully to win a scholarship to attend London University, he tried to measure his aptitude for a religious vocation by becoming an unpaid lay assistant to the Reverend Herbert Wigan, a vicar of evangelical inclinations in the Church of England, at Dunsden, Oxfordshire.
In return for the tutorial instruction he was to receive, but which did not significantly materialize, Owen agreed to assist with the care of the poor and sick in the parish and to decide within two years whether he should commit himself to further training as a clergyman. At Dunsden he achieved a fuller understanding of social and economic issues and developed his humanitarian propensities, but as a consequence of this heightened sensitivity, he became disillusioned with the inadequate response of the Church of England to the sufferings of the underprivileged and the dispossessed.
In his spare time, he read widely and began to write poetry. In his initial verses he wrote on the conventional subjects of the time, but his work also manifested some stylistic qualities that even then tended to set him apart, especially his keen ear for sound and his instinct for the modulating of rhythm, talents related perhaps to the musical ability that he shared with both of his parents.
In he returned home, seriously ill with a respiratory infection that his living in a damp, unheated room at the vicarage had exacerbated.
He talked of poetry, music, or graphic art as possible vocational choices, but his father urged him to seek employment that would result in a steady income. After eight months of convalescence at home, Owen taught for one year in Bordeaux at the Berlitz School of Languages, and he spent a second year in France with a Catholic family, tutoring their two boys.
As a result of these experiences, he became a Francophile. Later these years undoubtedly heightened his sense of the degree to which the war disrupted the life of the French populace and caused widespread suffering among civilians as the Allies pursued the retreating Germans through French villages in the summer and fall of In June he received a commission as lieutenant in the Manchester Regiment, and on 29 December he left for France with the Lancashire Fusiliers.
Judging by his first letters to his mother from France, one might have anticipated that Owen would write poetry in the idealistic vein of Rupert Brooke: They were under machine-gun fire, shelled by heavy explosives throughout the cold march, and were almost unconscious from fatigue when the poison-gas attack occurred.
On 19 March he was hospitalized for a brain concussion suffered six nights earlier, when he fell into a fifteen-foot-deep shell hole while searching in the dark for a soldier overcome by fatigue. Throughout April the battalion suffered incredible physical privations caused by the record-breaking cold and snow and by the heavy shelling.
For four days and nights Owen and his men remained in an open field in the snow, with no support forces arriving to relieve them and with no chance to change wet, frozen clothes or to sleep: For twelve days we lay in holes where at any moment a shell might put us out.
For the next several days he hid in a hole too small for his body, with the body of a friend, now dead, huddled in a similar hole opposite him, and less than six feet away. He thought them related to his brain concussion, but they were eventually diagnosed as symptoms of shell shock, and he was sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital in Edinburgh to become a patient of Dr.
Brock, the associate of Dr.
Rivers, the noted neurologist and psychologist to whom Siegfried Sassoon was assigned when he arrived six weeks later.
He had worshipped Keats and later Shelley during adolescence; during his two years at Dunsden he had read and written poetry in the isolated evenings at the vicarage; in Bordeaux, the elderly symbolist poet and pacifist writer Laurent Tailhade had encouraged him in his ambition to become a poet.
While he was stationed in London in andhe found stimulation in discussions with another older poet, Harold Monro, who ran the Poetry Bookshop, a meeting place for poets; and inhe read Rupert BrookeWilliam Butler Yeatsand A. Owen was developing his skill in versification, his technique as a poet, and his appreciation for the poetry of others, especially that of his more important contemporaries, but until he was not expressing his own significant experiences and convictions except in letters to his mother and brother.
Brock, and the coincidental arrival of Siegfried Sassoon brought forth the poet and the creative outpouring of his single year of maturity. Before Sassoon arrived at Craiglockhart in mid-August, Dr.
Brock encouraged Owen to edit the hospital journal, the Hydra, which went through twelve issues before Owen left. When Sassoon arrived, it took Owen two weeks to get the courage to knock on his door and identify himself as a poet.
At that time Owen, like many others in the hospital, was speaking with a stammer. By autumn he was not only articulate with his new friends and lecturing in the community but was able to use his terrifying experiences in France, and his conflicts about returning, as the subject of poems expressing his own deepest feelings.
He experienced an astonishing period of creative energy that lasted through several months, until he returned to France and the heavy fighting in the fall of By the time they met, Owen and Sassoon shared the conviction that the war ought to be ended, since the total defeat of the Central Powers would entail additional destruction, casualties, and suffering of staggering magnitude.
In and both found their creative stimulus in a compassionate identification with soldiers in combat and in the hospital. In spite of their strong desire to remain in England to protest the continuation of the war, both finally returned to their comrades in the trenches.
By the time Sassoon arrived, his first volume of poetry, The Old Huntsmanwhich includes some war poems, had gained wide attention, and he was already preparing Counter-Attackwhich was to have an even stronger impact on the English public.
In the weeks immediately before he was sent to Craiglockhart under military orders, Sassoon had been the center of public attention for risking the possibility of court martial by mailing a formal protest against the war to the War Department.
Further publicity resulted when he dramatized his protest by throwing his Military Cross into the River Mersey and when a member of the House of Commons read the letter of protest before the hostile members of the House, an incident instigated by Bertrand Russell in order to further the pacifist cause.
Sassoon came from a wealthy and famous family. He had been to Cambridge, he was seven years older than Owen, and he had many friends among the London literati.
I simply sit tight and tell him where I think he goes wrong.Owen began THE SENTRY while he was receiving hospital treatment at Craiglockhart in and he continued it the following summer.
Finally, it was completed in France that September. For its origins we go back to a letter to his mother dated 16th January The Sentry is a very vivid poem by Wilfred Owen who fought during world war one.
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Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First World War. His war poetry on the horrors of tren.
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