Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Anthem For Doomed Youth - Poem by Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
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Comments about Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

  • Maria Gonzalez (8/8/2015 1:35:00 PM)

    Oh dear.....This is truly a sad reality that we let perpetuate. War and its effect on young soldiers. Very depressing indeed. (Report) Reply

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  • Elaine Harrison (6/13/2015 3:09:00 PM)

    A poem to haunt the world forever of the horror and sadness of the young. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/8/2014 3:34:00 AM)

    Anthem for doomed youth of Wilfred owen a great poem.The sad circumstances of death of the forces is beautifully mentioned in the poem in such greatness and feeling concerns. (Report) Reply

  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (11/6/2014 3:46:00 AM)

    Nice flow of language and good images. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/6/2014 12:59:00 AM)

    Anthem For Doomed Youth a poem with its beautiful lines What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
    Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:44:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (3/9/2014 10:50:00 AM)

    @Manohar Bhatia: The drawing down of blinds was a mourning ritual in Britain in the old days. When someone died, their neighbours drew curtains or blinds as a display of respect. (Report) Reply

  • Troy Ulysses Davis Troy Ulysses Davis (11/6/2013 7:18:00 AM)

    A timeless poem. A critique of feudalism being passed down as if it's a rites of passage. (Report) Reply

  • Manohar Bhatia (11/6/2013 6:51:00 AM)

    I like the last line___ { And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds}.The meaning is thus: : : In every windown, some women put venetian blinds so that the sun rays don't creep in and to keep the room pleasant and airy. Just as dusk settles in, this is compared to drawing-down of blinds......Oh! what an awesome metaphor? This poet is truly brilliant and I learnt something new from him.
    {Anthem For Doomed Youth} is truly an inspiring and an amazing poem to read. I salute Sir Wilfred Owen.
    Manohar Bhatia. (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (10/3/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    War - conceived by demented minds
    That sends youth to kill and die like flies
    Knowing not the worth of a human life
    All expendable in the raging devilish fires (Report) Reply

  • Ronn Michael Salinas Ronn Michael Salinas (7/21/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    The alliteration on the third line... Wow! (Report) Reply

  • Lesley Gorton (5/16/2013 11:56:00 AM)

    An antidote to the glorification of war in the world today. Owen saw and suffered the futility and debasement of the human being; the loss of a generation and yet they are still at it. Anthem for doomed Youth brings the images and hopelessness of wholesale random death instantly to the minds eye. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Anthony (11/29/2012 8:43:00 PM)

    The stupidity of war. And the sadness of it. So so sad (Report) Reply

  • Jack Burman (11/6/2012 12:25:00 PM)

    I see it as the young soldiers' resignation to their fate. (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (11/6/2012 2:02:00 AM)

    beautiful piece where it seems to me that Wilfred sees the fallen ones battlefield memorials (as such) are no more fitting and expected than the ones at home, of choirs and bugles...it seems he is saying it is all so un-natural....the last two lines just seem so accepting (Report) Reply

  • Tuffsnotenuff Y''all (4/23/2012 10:02:00 AM)

    Maybe you have to miss dying by a few foot-pounds of impact force to write something like this. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall... and shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells - singular extensions to the language. Worthy of Homer. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva Portoian (12/16/2010 9:48:00 PM)

    Dec16,2010
    I never knew about this young poet: “Wilfred Owen”
    His stanzas drizzle from bleeding heaven of WWI.

    But I know about Armenian Genocide
    Our pains and tragedies
    That still stays unrecognized
    By British and United States-

    Those democratic parliaments seem civilized
    In many eyes but never Ours!
    Count the days passed...!

    I call Wilfred Owen
    The John Keats who wanted to silence wars
    If he was alive... probably could forced the British
    To recognize the Armenian Genocide

    'One man can do many things in life
    more than selfish many'

    Sylva (Report) Reply

  • Jim Cunningham (11/6/2010 9:51:00 PM)

    This poem had an 8.5 rating among readers here-this is the poet who also penned the incredible Dulce et Decorum...how does a poem as powerful and well crafted as this get an 8.5 when I have seen lots of pablum about 'love' written by unknowns get a 10? ? Beats the heck out of me. (Report) Reply

  • Cs Vishwanathan (11/6/2010 11:17:00 AM)

    I read this sonnet of Wilfred Owen in anthology of war poets (WW-I) a little over fifty years ago. I have never forgotten the last verse, 'And each slow dusk a drawing-down of the blinds.' It is rare to see a poem having such a fitting closure. In his early death the English poetry quite probably lost a Keats. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Eccles (6/14/2010 7:55:00 AM)

    Those youths did not die for world peace - they died in vein.
    The death of all on all sides is to be regretted and mourned.
    WW1 was a sad and pointless global mistake. (Report) Reply

    James K Bowers (4/18/2015 5:58:00 PM)

    in vain










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