Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

81. Anthem For Doomed Youth 12/31/2002
82. Dulce Et Decorum Est 12/31/2002

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  • Harry Keegan (8/4/2014 6:19:00 PM)

    Themes of wilfred Owen War Poems.
    Pity Of Wars- Owen poems convey his genuine feelings for soldiers as they are caught up in the pity of war. Here are soldiers experience extreme destructivness; destruction of civilisation, destruction of the landscape, and very importantly, the destructive effect war can have on the human soul, this is particularly evident through poems such as strange meeting, Owen does not portray anger as the enemy he is angry at the people who are sending them to war, who are affectively his superior and his rulers of the country, he is angry at the people who are sending him to war because of the lost of lives.

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  • Nikita Priyadharshini Jawahar (7/16/2014 8:44:00 PM)

    wonderful poem, yeah I like it

  • Veronica Vella (4/24/2014 1:35:00 PM)

    Wilfred Owen suffered first hand the horrors of war. In fact he himself also was a victim of shell shock or neurasthenia, a condition provoked by the traumas witnessed on the battlefield. It is therefore quite understandable that his poetry reflect those emotions and those horrors. a very good example of this is Dulce et decorum est, perhaps his most famous poem which provides a lot of graphic detail and gruesome images that however horrible they might be only tell the truth about war unlike what some other poets of the time say Pope said about war. Perhaps because they did not themselves experience those horrors or maybe they just preferred to look at it from a more romantic angle. This however does not leave out the fact that what Owen set out to do through his poetry was bring awareness about the true aspects of war and its consequences. This can be clearly seen in The Dead-beat, Anthem for Doomed Youth and Mental Cases all of which portray the devastation, both mental and physical, provoked by war.

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  • Keiran Maye Keiran Maye (11/12/2012 5:01:00 AM)

    Excellent poem. Yes i'm 13 granted but yeah, i still like it.

  • Elizabeth Lobo (9/22/2011 3:25:00 AM)

    iam doing it for my anthology and finding it hard to analyse it..... dulce et decorum est was more interesting......need help

  • Sarah Munafo (1/6/2006 7:44:00 AM)

    Unfortunately, this is not a very representative collection of his works. He wrote some excellent, more light-hearted poetry, as well as the very emotive war poems, and to round off your knowledge of this wonderful poet, I would advise going to the bookshop and purchasing an anthology of his work. A couple of decades ago, there was an excellent book entitled 'Up the Line to Death', which concentrated primarily on the war poems of men such as Owen, Sassoon, Graves, Brooke - but also included a fair share of their other work. See if you can find something similar, and enjoy 'Shadwell Stair', for example.

  • Lewis Griffin (7/4/2005 6:07:00 AM)

    Dulce et Decorum Est os a very good poem. I may only be 14 but this poem speaks about the grimness of war unlike some poets who described it to be excellent.

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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.- ...

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Hospital Barge

Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.

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