Reflection On Dulce Et Decorum Est

    Dulce et decorum est, a fine work done by Wilfred Owen is a poem certainly would touch the hearts of many with its melodic and meaningful rhythm of words. With the literal devices such as personifications and metaphors, he had given life to this poem with it’s own uniqueness. The emotions being expressed in this poem could be felt through every stanza. The horrid smells, the suffering pain and the horrific sights of war would be the very image in the reader’s mind and this shows how good the poem really is, as it manage to touch the heart’s of an individual, even in the coldest and darkest corners of ones heart. It is clear that war do not bring in any other than just rains of misery to all. Yes, it is an honourable deed to do by shedding blood for your country, but what about the tears of your loved ones? if you were to fall that is. By all means, we have been blessed with choices. So why not we take the good and leave the bad? Think about this army of soldiers, gambling for their lives in a hell that is on earth. If they were to survive and live till tomorrow, think about the scars that is embedded on their souls, don’t you think that their lives will never be the same again?. Wilfred Owen, had written this as he himself do not believe in wars and I believe he hoped that with his poem, he is able to open the eyes of the ‘blinds’. Blinded by the wealth life, that they hurt the only thing that made them human, their soul.

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Musical Dulce et Decorum Est

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Dulce et Decorum Est

Dulce et Decorum Est
(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 our 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 disappointed shells that dropped 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 floundering 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.
Dulce et Decorum Est
(Wilfred Owen)

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.

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WILFRED OWEN

Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English and Welsh poet and soldier, regarded by many as one of the leading poets of the First World War. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend Siegfried Sassoon and sat in stark contrast to both the public perception of war at the time, and to the confidently patriotic verse written earlier by war poets such as Rupert Brooke. Some of his best-known works—most of which were published posthumously—include "Dulce et Decorum Est", "Insensibility", "Anthem for Doomed Youth", "Futility" and "Strange Meeting". His preface intended for a book of poems to be published in 1919 contains numerous well-known phrases, especially "War, and the pity of War", and "the Poetry is in the pity".

He was killed in action at the Battle of the Sambre just a week before the war ended. In a moment of ghastly irony, the telegram from the War Office announcing his death was delivered to his mother's home as her town's church bells were ringing in celebration of the Armistice.

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