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Dulce Et Decorum Est by 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 out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 floundring 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 devils sick of sin If you could hear at every jolt the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitter as 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 Dulce et Decorum est Analysis The poem Dulce et Decorum est by Wilfred Owen is about the horror and the demise of the young soldiers in World War One Owen uses many graphic images to portray to the reader how disgusting and horrific war can be and what it is capable of The general theme is pounded into the readers head throughout the entire poem as an horrific waste of life He then sums up this theme by calling the phrase Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori meaning It is good and proper to die for ones
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