Exposure

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Exposure

  1. 1. Exposure By Charlotte and Ellie
  2. 2. <ul><li>Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ... Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ... Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ... Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous, But nothing happens. Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire. Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles. Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles, Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war. What are we doing here? The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow ... We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy. Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey, But nothing happens. Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence. Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow, With sidelong flowing flakes that flock, pause and renew, We watch them wandering up and down the wind's nonchalance, But nothing happens. </li></ul>
  3. 3. <ul><li>Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces-- We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed, Deep into grassier ditches. So we drowse, sun-dozed, Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses. Is it that we are dying? Slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires glozed With crusted dark-red jewels; crickets jingle there; For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs; Shutters and doors all closed: on us the doors are closed-- We turn back to our dying. Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn; Now ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit. For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid; Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born, For love of God seems dying. Tonight, His frost will fasten on this mud and us, Shrivelling many hands and puckering foreheads crisp. The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp, Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice, But nothing happens. </li></ul>
  4. 4. What is the the story of the Poem? <ul><li>The poem starts off with Owen sleeping in the night with his fellow soldiers but they are too scared to go to sleep. “Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,” </li></ul><ul><li>In the second stanza they are scared by the slight noises they hear around them like howling of the wind and rattling of wires. They miss interpret the noises for screams and wails in the night. “Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire,” </li></ul><ul><li>Then in the third stanza it is </li></ul><ul><li>morning and the soldiers are </li></ul><ul><li>wondering what will happen that day. </li></ul><ul><li>“ Attacks once more in the ranks on </li></ul><ul><li>shivering ranks of grey, </li></ul><ul><li>But nothing happens.” </li></ul>
  5. 5. <ul><li>In the fourth stanza the soldiers hear bullet shots in the distance and think that they are going to be attacked soon. “Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence,” </li></ul><ul><li>In the fifth stanza the soldiers are hiding in trenches from the Germans. They feel so weak it is as if they are dying. “Deep into grassier </li></ul><ul><li>ditches. So we drowse, </li></ul><ul><li>sun-dozed, </li></ul><ul><li>Littered with blossoms </li></ul><ul><li>trickling where the blackbird </li></ul><ul><li>fusses, </li></ul><ul><li>-Is it that we are dying?” </li></ul>
  6. 6. <ul><li>In the sixth stanza Owen portrays that the other soldiers are dying and that mice have started to take over their trenches. “For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs;” </li></ul><ul><li>In the seventh stanza it seems that all hope is lost and he himself is dying and all hope is lost. “Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born, </li></ul><ul><li>For love of God seems dying. </li></ul>
  7. 7. <ul><li>In the final stanza it has fallen night and the all the soldiers are dead. They are lying there still in the cold night and their faces are completely lifeless. </li></ul><ul><li>“ Tonight, His frost will fasten on this mud and us, Shrivelling many hands and puckering foreheads crisp. The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp, Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice, But nothing happens.” </li></ul>
  8. 8. What extreme conditions do the soldiers face? <ul><li>The atmosphere they are in is very extreme. The weather is obliterating. “[R]ain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.” This makes everything much worse for the soldiers as it is much harder for them in this weather. The weather not only shows the extreme conditions but could also be linked to the poets emotions the weather is very grotty and mysterious, this is pathetic fallacy in the sense that he does not know what's coming and feels very down and distressed. </li></ul>
  9. 9. What do the soldiers and the poet feel? <ul><li>They feel loneliness. </li></ul><ul><li>“ Worried by silence, sentries whisper; curious, nervous, </li></ul><ul><li>But nothing happens.” </li></ul><ul><li>Because although they are with others, in themselves they are alone as they are not with the ones they love and have to die this way. The poets also feels remorse for the soldiers loses </li></ul><ul><li>“ We turn back on our dying”. This may have been said in a guilt ridden way that they must continue without friends. The poet could have a guilty conscience that lives have been taken and left to rot. </li></ul>
  10. 10. How does the poet’s language show these feelings? <ul><li>The poet uses rhetorical questions to show he feels lonely “Is it that we are dying?” Obviously no one will respond to the question, however he sees asking questions as a comfort and that maybe someone else is listening and will help him through these tough times. </li></ul>

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