Wildfred owen dulce

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Wildfred owen dulce

  1. 1. War poetry• We are learning: to identify poetic devices.• Outcome: to identify poetic devices use in Wilfred Owen’s poetry.
  2. 2. Wilfred Edward Salter Owen (1893-1918).
  3. 3. • http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=e n-GB&v=P4Lzo_EXXOQ• http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=e n-GB&v=c49tRplMh-Y&feature=related• pax
  4. 4. DULCE ET DECORUM ESTBent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursedthrough sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; allblind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that droppedbehind.
  5. 5. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd floundering like a man in fire or lime.Dim, through the misty panes and thick greenlightAs under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning
  6. 6. If in some smothering dreams you too could paceBehind the wagon that we flung him in,And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,His hanging face, like a devils sick of sin;If you could hear, at every jolt, the bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
  7. 7. 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.(It is sweet and just to die for your country).

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