Thursday, 2 August 2012

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 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 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.

Wilfred Owen
8 October 1917 - March, 1918

This poem, largely dubbed the most well known poem of the first world war, is probably my favorite war poem of all time. It brings the horrors of war (here, mustard gas) to vivid reality. It is honest, it is brutal. The language is jagged and catches the readers attention, dragging them into the soldier's hellish world. So, I guess you could say my liking for this poem is twofold: first, from an English major's perspective, it is brilliantly done in use of sound and word choice. But, more importantly, I like it for my own political beliefs, which is just that war is generally a terrible thing, and anything that can open our eyes to this fact without sensationalizing or glorifying warfare is valuable.

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