DULCE_ET_DECORUM_EST_ANALYSIS

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 …showed first 75 words of 790 total…

…showed last 75 words of 790 total…had a great effect on me personally, as I actually felt the nausea that I previously discussed. I am pleased that a poet has actually published the disgraceful and horrific things that occur at war. War was never a noble way to die, and Wilfred Owen’s anti-war poem has been successful in its purpose of bringing this to our attention. He has shown us just how revolting and futile war really is. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**