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Dulce Et Decorum Est

Wilfred Owen

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Dulce Et Decorum Est
Added by: Greg
I enjoyed the peom very much, but if you've never served in a manner that trains or allows to experience even the simplest of mustard or c.s. gas. You can never truly understand the horror that dying soldier was going through.I did enjoy the poem i enjoyed the imagary and think will write my english final on it.
Added by: Catherine
I think it is brilliant the way that he uses the phrase Dulce Et Decorum Est as a mockery for the way that the gased man died was not noble. If in 30 years time his grand-children asked his wife... 'how did granddad die?' The fact that he couldn't get on his gas mask in time is now noble at all
Added by: Callum
I feel that this is an incredibaly moving poem, the imagery was very strong and the way that the rhythm in each of the stanzas reflects the mood of the soldiers is just great it really gives a total sensory experience.
reasons why
Added by: Lisa
Renee - worth pointing out that the British Public were not ignorant about the war, neither did they believe all the propaganda. How could they have been, when they were involved in the war from Aug 1914 to the bitter end in 1918. Most families in Britain lost a loved one. The youth of the time were known as the lost generation. In 1914 - Britain still had a huge Empire. British men had a history and tradition of serving their country (very well, it might be added), in times of conflict. British people were hugely patriotic and in the summer of 1914, many of them couldn't wait to go to war with Germany, believing it would all be over by Christmas. WW1 changed the face of modern warfare. Gas, heavy artillary, tanks, aeroplanes. Weapons of mass destruction and huge civilain casualties. Many of those who marched off to war full of idealism and patriotic ideals became damaged and cynical, anti-war and bitter. Owen wanted to tell it as it was, in direct opposition to the jingoism that had prompted many of the earlier war poets of the time. I think he managed to do so.
Owens decision to join
Added by: Peter Mooney
It is important to remember that Owen volunteered to join the army. He too was caught up like many others in the notion that war and this World War i in particular was romantic. He was particularly influenced in 1914/15 by meeting with the French poets Laurent Tailhade who famously said "What does it matter if there are victims when the gesture is beautiful ?" Tailhade saw the war as an assualt by barbaric Teutons on French culture and Owens began to see the war as almost a cultural obligation so he signed up. When he got to the front he realised how barbaric modern industrialised warfare had become and that all particularly soldiers at the front were victims. This poem based on a real incident when he was returning from the front for some rest is an expression of how the reality of war challenges all those who have never had to fight on the front line. George Bush might like take note of this poem!
Added by: Oscar
The guy wrote what he saw as he was an army fficer himself and died just before the end of the war. He says Dulce Et Decorum Est, as a sacastic remark, as he hated war.
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Added by: Adam
This poem, particularly the last stanza when Owen addresses the audience, was a riposte to one Jessie Pope, who wrote crude war verses for the Daily Mail at the time of the war, and was despised by Owen and other war poets. The one 'poem' this is primarily in response to is called Who's For the Game?

Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?
Who’ll toe the line for the signal to ‘Go!’?
Who’ll give his country a hand?
Who wants a turn to himself in the show?
And who wants a seat in the stand?
Who knows it won’t be a picnic – not much-
Yet eagerly shoulders a gun?
Who would much rather come back with a crutch
Than lie low and be out of the fun?
Come along, lads –
but you’ll come on all right –
For there’s only one course to pursue,
Your country is up to her neck in a fight,
And she’s looking and calling for you.

Who'll earn the Empire's thanks -
Will you, my laddie?
Who'll swell the victor's ranks –
Will you, my laddie?
When that procession comes,
Banners and rolling drums –
Who'll stand and bite his thumbs –
Will you, my laddie?

Horrible, jingoistic war propaganda. Makes you cringe, doesn't it?
Added by: Dennis
What none of you fail to grasp is the fact that he was a soldier and no one likes war, especially a soldier because we know what it does and can do to people, and when you've expericened it "up close and personal" you will never really understand.
Dulce et Decorum est
Added by: Ozdogan from Turkey
In my opinion this is the best work of Wilfred Owen. It is very realistic, far from the early poems written by naive, unexperienced "war poets" like Rupert Brooke (who died at the very beginning of the 1st WW). The words Owen used to describe the theme(s) of his poetry is "Pity of War" which is very well revealed in this poem. The imageries he uses are so realistic that one can't help despisng war.
Added by: tory
i was asked to make an analysis of this poem for GCSE coursework. it moved me profoundly. When we talk about the First and Second World War's today, we dont imagine what the soliders had to deal with. it must have taken some bravery to rise up out of the trenches, knowing that you are probably going to die before you reach the other side. Its frightening. We cannot possibly imagine what they went through, the fear, exhaustion and terror that those soldiers had to cope with every single day. Some war poems show the war as heroic, i am NOT saying they are wrong, they are brilliant in themselves. but if we didnt have poems like 'Dulce et Decorum est', we might never have any proof of what really happened in the trenches.

thank you.

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