
Dulce et Decorum est is a poem by Wilfred Owen, a British soldier and poet who served in World War I. The poem is a vivid and powerful description of the horrors of war, focusing on the physical and psychological effects of chemical warfare. The title of the poem is taken from the Latin phrase “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”, which translates to “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country”. The poem begins with a description of the soldiers marching through a war-torn landscape, exhausted and weighed down by their heavy equipment. The speaker then describes a gas attack, and the horrific sight of a fellow soldier dying from the effects of the gas. The speaker then reflects on the irony of the Latin phrase, and how it does not reflect the reality of war. He concludes by condemning those who glorify war and urge young men to enlist, and instead urges them to think of the true cost of war.
By Wilfred Owen · First published 1918 · Genre: Poetry, War Literature, Romanticism · 267 words
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.
Poems: Dulce et Decorum est is listed on Textopian as a poem by Wilfred Owen, dated 1918 CE.
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1914-1918 · 20th century · English poetry · Poetry · War poetry · World War · asleep · blood · blood-shod · boys · children · choking