The Last Laugh

By Wilfred Owen 1893–1918 Wilfred Owen
‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died.

Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped—In vain! vain! vain!

Machine-guns chuckled,—Tut-tut! Tut-tut!

And the Big Gun guffawed.

Another sighed,—‘O Mother, mother! Dad!’
Then smiled, at nothing, childlike, being dead.

          And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud

          Leisurely gestured,—Fool!
            
          And the falling splinters tittered.

‘My Love!’ one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,

Till, slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.

          And the Bayonets’ long teeth grinned;
          Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
          And the Gas hissed.


Source: The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1965)

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Poet Wilfred Owen 1893–1918

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects War & Conflict, Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Social Commentaries, Death

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Wilfred Owen, who wrote some of the best British poetry on World War I, composed nearly all of his poems in slightly over a year, from August 1917 to September 1918. In November 1918 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 1917 when he was a patient at . . .

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SUBJECT War & Conflict, Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Social Commentaries, Death

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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