Pretty great collection of poems, many centering around Wilfred Owen's own experiences during World War 1. While there are a few that I didn't particularly enjoy (nothing bad, just not to my taste), and there is a clear repetition on themes, it's well worth checking out, especially for those seeking an alternative perspective of the war. Of the lot, my personal favorite is "Dulce et Decorum Est," though most I would classify as being good to quite excellent.

4/5, well worth checking out in my opinion.

After studying and ultimately falling in love with Wilfred Owen's poetry, I felt it was time to revisit his works again. This time round I found a new found appreciation for his work as an adult reader rather than a child at school. His work doesn't age and is still current and remarkable

as good as poetry gets. First World War in the trenches soggy boots and bayonets. It's dramatic and it's psychological and it's colourful.

man war sounds like it sucks butts

Have never really been a fan of poetry, but of the few favourites I have, Wilfred Owen is perhaps my favourite of the lot.
As a person who reads a lot of military history what I’ve always liked about Owen’s prose is that he does not seek to glorify war, but rather he sought to demonstrate the realities of trench warfare and the even harsher reality of the use of gas on the battlefield.

The British wwi poets tend to come to my mind on Memorial Day. I'd read very little of Owen, though I knew he was very highly regarded.

I see why now.

My favorites:
"S.I.W." (re suicide),
"A Terre" (a soldier's philosophy),
and "Disabled" (about leaving wholly and returning disabled).

I’m not a huge lover of poetry for the sake of poetry. I am more of a lyric person but I do genuinely have a soft spot for the poetry of world war one. It is a little bit of a naïve love and tends to be focused on the famous poets but that is why I invested in this collection of poems by Wilfred Owen.

Anything I say in review will sound trite so I will just say this. For an accurate representation of what World War One was like then look no further than the works of Wilfred Owen. He doesn’t glorify war or make it seem magic. His poetry is a truth among the verisimilitude of propaganda.

Poems (The World at War) by Wilfred Owen is available now.

I first encountered Owen's poetry in an anthology, and it moved me so much I bought this collection to discover more. It was as good and as powerful as I thought it would be. It focuses on World War I as the subject, and that made the poetry particularly resonate with me. The collection includes well-known poems such as 'Anthem for Doomed Youth' and 'Dulce et Decorum Est'.

The edition I got is pocket-sized and clothbound, very neat and pleasant.

His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!
And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight?
Why are they laughing? What's inside that jug?
"Nurse! Doctor!" "Yes; all right, all right.

(Excerpt from Conscious.)

Wilfred Owen wrote about World War I the way he experienced it—tough, tearing, bloody, and strewn with broken bodies and broken men—the way most men probably experienced it, alive and dead. His poems convey the horror of human suffering, rather than the glory of a soldier's death. The famous line from his own Preface is

Above all, this book is not concerned with Poetry.
The subject of it is War, and the pity of War.
The Poetry is in the pity.

His images are particular, visceral, insightful. They're a reminder of the cruelty man perpetrates on man, but they're also a triumph of the poetic spirit. Owen was killed in action one week before the Armistice of 11 November 1918 was signed.

(I read his poetry in conjunction with Rebecca West's  Return of the Soldier, which paints a completely different picture of the War, from the other side of the channel, in England, where an injured soldier returns.)

The poem Dulce et Decorum is the one I found most moving, but many of the others were just as powerful and beautiful. It is a strange, almost mind-blowing feeling to read his work and imagine them being written during the horrors of war...

touching and simply brilliant.... i have never though that i will sympathize with the poor devastated soldiers after reading his poems. all the respect for him and all the innocent soldiers who died in a war that they resent..