Dulce Et Decorum Est

Dulce et Decorum Est
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 flound'ring 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
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. 

British poet Wilfred Owen’s poem ‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ depicts trench warfare during World War I. Wilfred Owen is a British soldier and poet who illustrated picture of WWI,       August 1917 to September 1918. Mostly, his poems are reflecting pity of the war with vivid scenes of the war. Thus, it provides useful information about trench warfare to historians.
Wilfred Owen’s poem ‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ is a very interesting poem as he mentioned “Here is a gas poem” to his mother after he survived from German’s gas attack. ‘All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots of disappointed shells that dropped behind’ creates vivid image of trench warfare. Soldiers suffered from...