Under his helmet, up against his pack,
After so many days of work and waking,
Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back.

by Wilfred Owen Click to read full poem

Comments about Asleep

Sir Bobby Charlton 06 Mar 06:15
Well I'm falling 'asleep' reading this
Tim Jamie Dim 06 Mar 06:10
Well I'm falling 'asleep'
ben tennyson 26 Jun 2019 03:49
me this is good(Owen's on fire 'sing it')
matthew lee 12 Feb 2019 07:55
I take wickets for fun
Edward Faulkner 12 Feb 2019 07:54
this was a ripper of a poem thanks Will
Lena Jackson 10 Jan 2019 11:39
I love this poem I am 11years old
pushpadewa 22 Dec 2018 05:07
The poem grew love of motherland this is a nice poem
Jayden 19 Oct 2018 03:39
I think it’s a really nice poem I’m also only 11
big shaq 02 Jan 2018 06:17
its dreadful listen to mans not hot! ! ! big shaq
Emma Barnsley 16 May 2016 01:27
I love this poem even though i am a kid only 11. Love Wilfred Owen especially Dulce et decorem est
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 09 Sep 2014 04:06
The hardships meted out a soldier and finally sleeps a wonderful imagination and eye opening against the war and loss thereafter.Also a symbolic poem with such meanings.
Aftab Alam Khursheed 09 Sep 2014 03:20
In this poem one thing to be continuously to earn and take care of his is responsibility envisaged to us..We are responsible....Second part - tired we sleep- -slumber or death more we tired more we feel sleepy..Age is a weight like thing we are tired to carry and sleep for ever...helmet is symbolized as safety..yet when night comes we fall asleep nice one
Dawn Fuzan 27 Apr 2014 03:48
I like this one, its Good
So many of such innocent ones Laid their heads on snow and grass Marking their fall by streaks of red In every war that extracted its toll in human blood
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Manohar Bhatia 09 Sep 2013 09:00
This is an excellent poem on sleep & work. Man slogs throughout his life to maintain his family, parents and others dfependent on him.At the end of the day, he becomes dog tired and sleeps under his helmet, just as a shouldier.Sometimes, the man or the military man may be dead, exhausting his time on this earth. Manohar Bhatia.
Muzaffer Akin 09 Sep 2013 01:53
Excellent a poem.Congratulations.
Ramesh T A 09 Sep 2011 03:05
Life of hard working men ends so finally which is well said by Wilfred Owen in a simple way! He works ever and sleeps finally! But others never sleep and one day wake to see to say alas for his loss! This is the world life we should know! Wonderful poem!
Pranab K Chakraborty 09 Sep 2011 02:04
He sleeps. He sleeps less tremulous, less cold, Than we who wake, and waking say Alas! ..... MUCH FOR OUR HELPLESSNESS. Great work.
Michael Harmon 09 Sep 2009 01:17
Wilfred Owen, along with Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke, is one of the great poetic chroniclers of WW1. His work (e.g. with slant rhymes, etc) was innovative, and worthy of study today. His death, and Keats', at a tragically early age, I consider to be among the greatest losses English poetry has ever suffered.