Dulce Et Decorum Est Poem by Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
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.
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.
Were our wars really necessary? Call me naïve but this poem is exactly why war should have been avoided. Some politicians at the time believed it was necessary but that same politician did not hold a gun and experience this.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.//// life is obstructed eveywhere
A moving, powerful and deeply poignant poem woven beautifully.
Poems such as 'Dulce Decorum Est' and 'Anthem for doomed Youth' have done much to influence our attitudes towards war. Amazing poem! He had a tragic life.Very sad he died young during the War (In France at the Somme river)
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