Poetic Openings : Wilfred Owen to Wilfred Owen
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Arms And The Boy : First Line : 1 Let the boy try along this bayonet-bladePoet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Asleep : First Line : Under his helmet, up against his pack,
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : At A Calvary Near The Ancre : First Line : One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Conscious : First Line : His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Disabled : First Line : He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
