Part 4, dulce et decorum est
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen born18 March 1893 died 4 November 1918 was a British poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War. His shocking, realistic war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his friend Siegfried Sassoon when they met at a hospital for people with war injuries. He was killed in action at the Battle of the Sambre a week before the war ended.
The poem is written in loose iambic pentameter and contains 28 lines. Its about a group of soldiers walking back to camp when a gas bomb goes of, the men all get there gas masks on but unfortunately one man is not quick enough, this is wilfreds best friend and he watchs him die and has many nightmares about it after. The next part ...view middle of the document...
All went lame; all blind; drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots of disappointed shells that dropped behind’. Saying there boots are coverd in blood from how much they’ve marched, how its extremely dark an how there eyes are probable closed from how tired they are, an says drunk with fatigue this is showing how much they are tired by being drunk is normally when you’ve had to much of something, how they bombs have been dropped so many times that there brains just ignore it and how the bombs are only just missing them.
Stanza 2: ‘GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling’ the pace of the poem changes as the gas shells come, ecstasy of fumbling odd words as ecstasy is something good and makes you happy but this is just to save there lives, ‘but someone was still yelling out and stumbling and floundering like a man in fire or lime’ one man didn’t get it on quick enough ‘floundering’ like he was in a sea, lime burns the skin like fire. ‘dim, through the misty panes and thick green light as under a green sea I saw him drowning’, how the man is dying, the gas is thick and green, the man would have been drowning on his own blood’
Stanza 3: ‘ in all my dreams, before my helpless sight he plunges at me, guttering chocking drowning’. How the mans helpless as hes the leader of there group but cannot help how hes chocking of his own blood, how he says so little because he doesn’t want to