Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Dulce Et Decorum Est - Poem by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.-
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

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,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Comments about Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

  • Tom Allport (1/2/2017 9:56:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a poem telling the true account of being there in war, written by a man who knew it was wrong yet he did his duty. (Report) Reply

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  • R Soos (11/21/2016 7:38:00 AM)

    The powerful truth only poetry will tell. (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2016 5:05:00 AM)

    Horrible experience of war here the poet written. (Report) Reply

  • A. E. Newman (4/11/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    Glad I wasn't one of the hundreds of thousands who had to go through that hell, but the horrible experience wonderfully captured here.. (Report) Reply

  • Alisha Castle (3/23/2016 12:56:00 AM)

    Full of spirit.....Wonderful poetry. (Report) Reply

  • (10/26/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    Real. Powerful. Frightening. From someone who knew of what he wrote. The only WW1 poet I studied at college that I really respected. No jingoistic claptrap from this one. (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2015 7:38:00 PM)

    Swiggedy Swooty im stalking the booty (Report) Reply

    Gertrude Christifanish (9/21/2015 11:31:00 PM)

    Yes Please 8=============D

    Gertrude Christifanish (9/21/2015 11:30:00 PM)

    Yes please

  • Paul Warren (6/15/2015 7:24:00 PM)

    I like Owen's starkness, this is how it was style. Life in general has its ugly side and war is the ugliest. Thanks to Owen those who haven't personally experienced it can feel it in the words. (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2015 3:12:00 PM)

    I read this at age 16 but the impact of it is still as strong now. Where is the glory in such a death? (Report) Reply

    Lila Fetu'u Lila Fetu'u (3/23/2016 8:46:00 PM)

    i agree thats how powerful wilfred Owen's poems are

  • (4/2/2015 10:58:00 PM)

    He (Owen) was offered the relative safety of a position that he refused. His war poetry is the absolute top of this genre. He was killed but his death more than the millions of others helps us to personalize a loss not only to literature and England but to all of us. I can only think of the phrase by Lincoln: so solemn a sacrifice. Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • (7/16/2014 4:17:00 AM)

    War the suffering of the people and the soldiers in action nicely it is written by the great poet which is an eye opener all of us. (Report) Reply

  • (6/17/2014 9:47:00 PM)

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

  • Primrose Tee (5/5/2014 11:32:00 AM)

    did an appraisal of this poem at high school...reminds me of schooldays (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:55:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

    Pussy Hunter (8/30/2015 7:51:00 PM)

    No, it is not.

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (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

  • (3/5/2014 8:21:00 PM)

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

  • Ronn Michael Salinas (7/16/2013 12:19:00 PM)

    I remember reading this in my summer reading packet for AP English and being awed by its imagery. Great work. (Report) Reply

  • (7/16/2013 11:03:00 AM)

    Basically, mustard gas, the Germans were not kind to the English! (Report) Reply

  • (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

  • (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.
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    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..

    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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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