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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

One of the hardest-hitting anti-war poems ever written, by Wilfred Owen, who had reason to know. Owen served in the British military in WWI, and wrote this poem in 1917-18 about the horrors of war, especially gas warfare. His vivid descriptions of horrible suffering by the soldiers, and the underwater-like imagery of the poisonous chlorine gas, have stuck with me for a lifetime. He turns Horaces famous Latin phrase Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori (It is sweet and proper to die for ones country) on its head.

Wilfred Owen died in battle in France in November 1918, one week before the signing of the Armistice that ended WWI. This poem was published posthumously in 1920.

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 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 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.
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Dulce et Decorum

Dulce et Decorum Est

Created in partnership by the Poetry Foundation and Manual Cinema, this animated short brings three war poems to life with innovative puppetry and animation work. Wilfred Owen, who wrote some of the best British poetry on World War I, composed nearly all of his poems in slightly over a year, from August to September In November he was killed in action at the age of 25, one Prose Home Harriet Blog. Visit Home Events Exhibitions Library.

Andrew has a keen interest in all aspects of poetry and writes extensively on the subject. His poems are published online and in print. He was 24 years old. A year later he was killed in action, just one week before the Armistice of 11 November was signed to signal the end of hostilities. The poem was published posthumously in a book simply called Poems. Wilfred Owen's preface reads: "This book is not about heroes

British Broadcasting Corporation Home. 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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Quick, boys!

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The Latin title is taken from Ode 3. One of Owen's most renowned works, the poem is known for its horrific imagery and condemnation of war. It was drafted at Craiglockhart in the first half of October and later revised, probably at Scarborough but possibly Ripon , between January and March The earliest surviving manuscript is dated 8 October and addressed to his mother, Susan Owen, with the message: "Here is a gas poem done yesterday which is not private, but not final. Formally, the poem combines two sonnets , as it is formed by 28 lines, though the spacing of the stanzas is irregular.

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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Quick, boys! Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

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. Quick, boys!

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  1. Created in partnership by the Poetry Foundation and Manual Cinema, this animated short brings three war poems to life with innovative puppetry and animation.

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