In 1917, Wilfred was hit by an explosion in France, and his best friend was killed ... an association was set up to celebrate his life and poetry. Wilfred Owen wrote poems about the horrors ...

Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With ...

Wilfred Owen said, ‘My subject is War ... We can see his changes in the title of the poem. The famous title: Anthem for Doomed Youth actually began as Anthem for Dead Youth.