War poetry dulce et decorum est -annotatedDocument Transcript
“Like” = Simile expresses the
Dulce et Decorum Est sadness of their fatigue.
Alliteration suggests a
stuttering, faltering march.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Metaphor? Shows effect
of sustained shelling, but
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,also the manner in which
Suggests idea of being
shoeless, with bleeding feet, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, the men have become
desensitized to the shells.
while also connoting And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
“bloodshed” in the war.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; Two ideas in one: 1) The
adrenaline of panic. 2) The
Short, sharp words (all Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots relief of fitting the mask.
stressed) convey the panic and Of Five-Nines dropping softly behind.
speed that the men must act
Gas! Gas! Quick boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling, Present tense shows the man
is still alive to the poet, in
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, his memory.
Confirms the idea of the But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
incident as a nightmare.
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.- Lime is a caustic used to
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, disintegrate matter – often
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. used in burials…
Present tense suggests the
The poet feels responsible,
nightmares are continuing still In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, guilty.
for the poet.
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
Onomatopoeic, present tense
Shows the desperation of the
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace mimics the sounds and
soldier. Behind the wagon that we flung him in, actions of the scene.
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
“Flung” suggests a lack of care His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; Highly graphic imagery but
or respect. contained within rigid meter.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Far from “sweet” Owen makes
an horrific comparison. Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud A pause before the poet
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- addresses the reader directly.
Sarcasm? Mocking? Angry? My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory, The line is taken from Horace –
Emphasises that the young are The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est a Roman historian who
the ones sent to die in wars Pro patria mori. believed in the nobility of this
kind of death.
before they are aware of the
reality of battle.
Wilfred Owen Finishes with a half-line – does
this stress that the idea is not
Capital letter stresses its true?
accepted position in society.
Short, direct language –
contrast with the lie itself.