Irony in “Dulce et Decorum Est.”

Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen1
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 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, outstripped Five-Nines2 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 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 you3 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 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.4

1 Wilfred Owen was only twenty years old when World War I broke out in 1914. Twice wounded
in battle, Owen was rapidly promoted and eventually became a company commander. The
shocking violence of modern war summoned Owen’s poetic genius, and in a two-year period he
grew from a negligible minor poet into the most important English-language poet of World War I.
Owen, however, did not live to see his talent recognized. He was killed one week before the end
of the war; he was twenty-five years old.
2 German howitzers often used to shoot poison gas shells
3 Some versions of the poem carry the dedication “To Jessie Pope,” who was a writer of patriotic
verses
4 “Dulce et decorum est / pro matria mori” – a quotation from the Latin poet Horace, translated as
It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country
Poem and footnotes from Introduction to Poetry, edited by X.J. Kennedy
Imagery is the vivid appeal, through
language, to any of the five senses.
Some questions (to be completed in writing for
tomorrow)
1. List examples of imagery in this poem. For each
example, state which sense (or senses) to which the
imagery appeals. (It may well be more than one!)
2. How does that imagery impact the reader? (Choose
two or three that have the most impact and explain
why.)
3. What is Owen’s argument in this poem? That is to say,
what lesson does he want the reader to learn from this
poem? (Settle on one theme – and only one.)

 

Sample Solution

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