Dulce Et Decorum Est
Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred OwenBent 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.
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 I 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.
Wilfred Owen
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html
I choose this poem because we read this poem in our spoken arts lesson. I was really impressed by the poem it was very nice. Wilfred Owen is a war poet and he writes about the bad sides of wars. It tells lots of things about how bad war is and how badly it kills everyone. During WW2 there were posters everywhere and they were calling men to war. And the conditions at the battlefields and the battlefronts were terrible and there were lots of people who died because of the conditions. Dying in a war is very bad and it should be stopped someway.
Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred OwenBent 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.
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 I 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.
Wilfred Owen
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html
I choose this poem because we read this poem in our spoken arts lesson. I was really impressed by the poem it was very nice. Wilfred Owen is a war poet and he writes about the bad sides of wars. It tells lots of things about how bad war is and how badly it kills everyone. During WW2 there were posters everywhere and they were calling men to war. And the conditions at the battlefields and the battlefronts were terrible and there were lots of people who died because of the conditions. Dying in a war is very bad and it should be stopped someway.
Here dead we lie, by A.E.Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
I chose this poem because it tells about the young men who had lost their lives at war. During wartime lots of families were broken apart because men at every age died. This was always a big issue because women were left alone and the amount of men in countries were getting lower. That is a really hard situation for lots of countries. And actuallythis is what war is about; young people losing their lives. Wars are like a curse for humanity and somehow we could prevent the deaths because even at this time lots of people dies everyday.This poem tells and I think we should stop it.
http://www.theweek.co.uk/arts-life/59798/twelve-great-first-world-war-poems