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Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

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Dulce et Decorum Est


1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
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  • Bronze Star - 6,756 Points * Sunprincess * (6/17/2014 9:47:00 PM)

    ..........every leader of every nation should read this poem.....war is not a beautiful thing... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 885 Points Herbert Guitang (4/26/2014 4:56:00 AM)

    'It is sweet and right to die for one's country'. A Poem of patriotism. This is a root of patriotic poems. GREAT (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aidan Du Toit (3/5/2014 8:21:00 PM)

    Does anyone know to figure out the layout of the poem?
    If so could you please respond.
    Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sinead C (10/20/2012 7:22:00 AM)

    Did an essay on this poem... you can really figure out what wilfred own is trying to tell us if figure out what english techniques he is using.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (7/16/2012 2:12:00 PM)

    A word of warning for anyone who intends to use the RIC S. BASTASA reading of 'Dulce Et Decorum Est' Copyright: Kenneth Simcox,2000 at senior high school, IBO or university level. The title 'Dulce Et Decorum Est' is a quotation from the Latin poet Horace (Odes, iii ii 13) , meaning 'It is sweet and right to die for one's country' and Owen quotes the complete quotation in the last two lines. The irony of the title is, as Owen states, this is a lie; it is not sweet and right, it is not wonderful or a great honour to die like this for your country. Base an answer solidly around this meaning.
    Stanza two the monosyllabic slab 'Gas! GAS! ' is a cry of warning, extended into the comradeship of 'Quick, boys! -An ecstasy of fumbling'. This is not a 'morbid state of nerves', it is a description of exhausted soldiers, the 'Men marched asleep... All went lame, all blind; / Drunk with fatigue; ' and due to this extreme physical and mental exhaustion the soldiers are 'deaf even to the hoots/ Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.' The 'ecstasy of fumbling' describes all the soldiers, waking from exhaustion into extreme fear, trying to rapidly attach their gas masks to save their own lives.
    'Lines 12-14 (does not) consist of a powerful underwater metaphor, with succumbing to poison gas being compared to drowning.' Symptoms of chlorine or phosgene gas are correctly described. The 'misty panes and thick green light, /As under a green sea, I saw him drowning' are accurate descriptions of the green poison gas covering the land. Medically the gas causes the lungs to fill with fluid and the gassed soldiers drown from liquid in their own lungs. The words 'gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs describes, gassed lungs filled with fluid, producing the same effects, as when a person drowns in water.
    Stanzas one and two are not 'straight description'. The poetic stanzas are laid out like a sonnet, not a Petrarchan, Shakespearean or Spenserian sonnet, but an Owen sonnet. Owen is end rhyming ABAB ACAC DEDEFD, before extending into stanza three FD, describing a new terror form of warfare, by creating his own distinctive verse form.
    Stanza three reflects Owen’s nightmare memories of this gas attack. 'As a part of his therapy at Craiglockhart, psychiatric hospital in Edinburgh, Owen's doctor, Arthur Brock, encouraged Owen to translate his experiences, specifically the experiences he relived in his dreams, into poetry'. Wilfred is definitely tormented, haunted with the memory of this gas death as 'In all my dreams before my helpless sight /He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning' attests.
    Owen had 'found himself stranded in a badly shelled forward position for days looking at the scattered pieces of a fellow officer's body (2/Lt. Gaukroger) '. Wilfred 'was blown high into the air by a trench mortar, landing among the remains of a fellow officer. Soon after, he became trapped for days in an old German dugout. After these two events, Owen was diagnosed as suffering from 'neurasthenia', shell shock and sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital'. Shell shock is a battle fatigue condition, a combat stress reaction with early symptoms including 'tiredness, irritability, giddiness, lack of concentration and headaches.' Continued exposure to artillery shelling and trench warfare caused many soldiers like Owen to suffer mental breakdowns.
    Stanza four provides the strongest anti-hero imagery in the entire poem, with the criminal rendering, 'His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin' being absolutely unheroic. Contrast the public memory of how, 'World War I began with great fanfare with long columns of smiling soldiers parading off to war wearing dress uniforms with flowers sticking out of the muzzles of their rifles' with Owen's unheroic descriptions. Not mud but 'we cursed through sludge, ' hardly begins to describe; 'the ground was not mud, not sloppy mud, but an octopus of sucking clay, three, four, and five feet deep, relieved only by craters full of water...' which Owen wrote of in letters to his mother. Owen's 'horrified by the stench of the rotting dead', and rats eating corpses of men are other details Wilfred spares the reader.
    Remember stanza four is not 'Owen attacks those people at home who uphold the war's continuance unaware of its realities.' It is Owen's therapy, an exorcism of his experiences. The original 8 October 1917 draft was sent to an audience of one, his mother, Susan Owen. Nor is written 'at white heat' accurate, the poem was revised over several months and not published until after the war, posthumously in1920. 'Harsh, effective in the extreme, yet maybe too negative to rank among Owen's finest achievements; ' Mr Simcox? No definitely not! This is one of the greatest war poems ever written, a remarkable achievement. (Report) Reply

    Veteran Poet - 4,978 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (10/17/2014 6:30:00 AM)

    I believe we should live for our country..the only thing the dead can do is haunt the living..

    Gold Star - 13,751 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/16/2014 4:19:00 AM)

    Nicely it is described in detail which helped to know the meanings in its spirit of poem.

  • Rookie Tuffsnotenuff Y''all (4/23/2012 10:09:00 AM)

    This poem moved me to sign up for 4 years in the Navy instead of doing Vietnam in the Army. As a guess that was the largest life-or-death choice of this life. On a Ten Scale, give this poem a 12.

    In all my dreams before my helpless sight
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, ....

    Knock-out! Never to be forgotten, never to be set aside as our core understanding of war's madness. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Bob Blackwell (11/7/2011 1:43:00 AM)

    A vivid description of life for a soldier in WW1. The horrors of war described, show how man spends time to make weapons of mass desctruction and injury to use against his fellow man. I pray one day this madness will stop. My own father was at the Battle of the Somme, but like many who had been there, he never spoke about being there or describe the horrors of it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Melancholy Man (7/26/2011 7:19:00 AM)

    The stark contrast between the lie and the reality, is so powerfully demonstrated in the account of the dying soldier. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph Poewhit (7/17/2011 4:34:00 AM)

    Makes one wonder of today. What little goodies are labeled top secret weapons, in secret closets? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (7/16/2010 8:58:00 AM)

    Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

    The original of this line read
    'Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.'

    Implying these exhausted soldiers have outpaced and struggled beyond the range of the 5.9 calibre explosive shells, which are still falling behind them, at the scene of battle at the front.
    The symptoms of chlorine or phosgene gas are correctly described. The 'misty panes and thick green light, /As under a green sea, I saw him drowning' are accurate descriptions of the poison gas covering the land. Owen is haunted with the memory of these deaths as 'In all my dreams before my helpless sight /He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning' attests. The words 'gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs describes, gassed lungs filled with fluid, producing the same effects, as when a person drowns in water.
    It is extremely unlikely that Wilfred Owen, a former junior teacher and lay assistant to the vicar of Dunsden, Oxfordshire, would have approved of a character attack upon 82 year old Archie Langford, from Bristol in the United Kingdom. Archie almost certainly retains memories and experiences of World War II, which his critic lacks.
    Wilfred Owen was a conscientious objector, who never believed in war. Owen believed he had no right to protest against war, if he had never fought in it.
    Owen wrote his anti-war poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” as a protest against war, particularly a poem by Jessie Pope, declaring that it is sweet and honourable to die for your country. Owen denounces this lie.
    In the words of the great Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, a seasoned and experienced General, who fought in many long hard battles, ‘peace at home peace in the world’, is an honourable noble ideal to aspire to. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph Poewhit (7/16/2010 6:17:00 AM)

    Owen, brought out a realism of the gas used in WW 1. Makes one wonder of the future? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 294 Points Ramesh T A (7/16/2010 2:16:00 AM)

    If one loses health in world war what is left in life to enjoy after the world? Nothing but hell he will have to live with! Wilfred Owen has expressed the horrors of war reside quite heartening and thought provoking! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maneesha Perera (1/13/2010 9:45:00 AM)

    one of the greatest war poems ever written! so emotional. very discreptive. the image still haunts me.
    gives you a clear picture of the pathetic scene. war is such a calaclysm. a futile waste of human life.....of youth......
    ''anthem for doomed youth' was another great poem written by him. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Simon Fuller (12/16/2009 4:20:00 AM)

    A chilling poem that illustrates in quite graphic language some of the horrors of the WW1. (Report) Reply

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