Monday, July 30, 2007
♥ 7:41 pm
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 we 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, out-stripped 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 floundering 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 friends, 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.
Questions? What is Owen's intention here? What is the impact of describing his soldiers as children, boys? What is the significance of structure?
you know what, i don't give a damn now...
cause...
IOC IS OVER!!!!!!!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!
WHOOOOOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(swearing words)
WHA PAO!!
haha
going a bit crazy...
ok back to earth, and reality.
Labels: IOCs, School, Wilfred Owen
