Quote#Wisdom
He dropped, — more sullenly than wearily
Quote byWilfred Owen · 1893–1918
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Dead-Beat.
English (original)
He dropped, — more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet; — Just blinked at my revolver, blearily; — Didn't appear to know a war was on, Or see the blasted trench at which he stared.
— Wilfred Owen
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