Poems: The Dead-Beat

Poems: The Dead-Beat by Wilfred Owen

The Dead-Beat is a poem by Wilfred Owen, a British soldier and poet who wrote during World War I. The poem is a reflection on the horrors of war and the futility of death. It follows a soldier who is marching to the front lines, and his thoughts on the futility of his own death. He reflects on the fact that he will soon be dead, and that his death will be meaningless and forgotten. He also reflects on the fact that he will never be able to experience the joys of life again, and that his death will be a waste. The poem ends with the soldier accepting his fate, and marching on to the front lines.

By Wilfred Owen · First published 1918 · Genre: Poetry, War Literature, Modernism · 185 words

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He dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet; Just blinked at my revolver, blearily; -- Didn't appear to know a war was on, Or see the blasted trench at which he stared. "I'll do 'em in," he whined, "If this hand's spared, I'll murder them, I will."

A low voice said, "It's Blighty, p'raps, he sees; his pluck's all gone, Dreaming of all the valiant, that AREN'T dead: Bold uncles, smiling ministerially; Maybe his brave young wife, getting her fun In some new home, improved materially. It's not these stiffs have crazed him; nor the Hun."

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1914-1918 · 20th century · English poetry · Poetry · War poetry · World War · blasted · blearily · blighty · blinked · bold · dropped

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