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

  • (4/22/2018 4:49:00 AM)

    Great poem (Report) Reply

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  • (4/13/2018 7:14:00 AM)

    Well communicated and nicely written. (Report) Reply

  • (3/19/2018 7:09:00 AM)

    This guy is my favorite poet (Report) Reply

  • (3/14/2018 11:48:00 AM)


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  • (1/11/2018 9:10:00 AM)

    Why the automated robot reads the numbers of the lines is insane, the poem has no NUMBERS PERIOD! (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2018 9:03:00 AM)

    Tragedy follows the poet even in War! (Report) Reply

  • (12/3/2017 4:25:00 PM)

    ........................... 8=/) (Report) Reply

  • Sandra N Sneed (11/29/2017 5:13:00 PM)

    This is one of my favorite poems by Wilfred Owen. After learning about his war poems in a poetry class I was in, I found I like his writing style. Dulce Et Decorum Est is one of my favorite poems by Wilfred Owens. (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2017 5:09:00 PM)

    I enjoyed reading poems by Wilfred Owen in one of my poetry classes and since I learned about his amazing style in writing war poetry, I find his poetry to be intriguing and thought provoking. Dulce Et Decorum Est is one of my favorite poems by Wilfred Owen. (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2017 5:03:00 AM)

    you suck bitch
    hope you die today
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  • 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

  • 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

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

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

    (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 (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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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