Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Dulce Et Decorum Est


This poem is amazing. I had to read it for my British Lit class so please, enjoy.

Dulce Et Decorum Est
-Wilfred Owen

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, oustripped 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 thich green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him 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 garagling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter at 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.*

* sweet and fitting it is to die for you fatherland

3 comments:

  1. Wow...this has some fantastic imagery. Blood-shod I think was my favorite-and the end...
    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.
    Brilliant. Man-I miss school!

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  2. Hi Sarah! :) welcome to the blog world! We're super super glad to have you!

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  3. I also LOVE the quote at the top of your blog about the essentials of happiness. LOVE it! I might actually steal it from you at some point, I hope that's okay. :o)

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