By MªJosé Jorquera Hervás
The Poem: 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 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-Nines 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 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,
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.
Dulce Et Decorum Est (excerpt)
Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
Analysis of the
poem
This paper will
deal with WWI (World War I) through the poetry, seen through the poets of the
war. This poem belongs to Wilfred Owen’s anthology,
and it acts as a background to the war’s poets
movement. These poets wrote about the horrors and atrocities lived during the
war, and particularly Owen took up to write about World War I, the one he had
to live.
Through his
poetic work, Owen describes and tells us how he lived this awful war that shook
mainly
Particularly this
poem, Dulce Et Decorum Est, Owen makes us be witnesses, the same as he was, of the
war, and we can see or imagine how terrifying it must have been for the
soldiers.
If we should
analyse the poem we would notice that Owen makes a detailed description of this
hard situation through unpleasant verses such as in the first stanza: “But
limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind”, in the
second stanza: “Gas! GAS! Quick,
boys!”, or in the last stanza: “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”,
narrates so brilliantly the atrocities they lived, that the lucky of us that
can read it, are almost present in the war too. It’s
1918 (when he was fighting, as well as the previous moments to death) each time
it is read because it is extremely real to our eyes. Although
other verses are less frightening but they are all dramatic ones and can be
found in the second line of the first stanza: “Knock-kneed, coughing like hags,
we cursed through sludge”, where Owen expresses the bad conditions they lived
in the shelters, body to body, dirty, ill without hope of getting better and
lying in their own dirt, with the mud to their feet, or in line 7 of first
stanza: “Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots”, where he tells us how
they have turned to lose their senses, then they mess all and the brain is able
to reason no more, they are so tired out and fed up with the situation and
conditions that they have finished their senses and are exhausted, feel
destroyed, and they only wish it would end.
According
to professor Forés, ‘the main question of the poem,
the theme or idea Owen wants us to transmit, means an attempt to dismantle the big
myth, the old belief of those who go to war must feel proud of it and never
have to give up no matter the adversities, and that the opportunity of fighting
for your country is worthwhile. That was the traditional point of
view in Owen’s days
Thus
we can understand that, against all these ancestral beliefs, Owen comes to
break them down and shows the lie they hide, through the title itself firstly,
and strengthen or clarifying in the last two verses of the poem: the great lie
of life ever, is that going to war in order to fight for your country is
honourable and desired by many. Owen uses the reference of the
title ironically to treat this idea. He uses ironically the question of honour
and tries to stress what the important things in life are. Moreover, he wants
us to see what moral the children from any generation are learning, that
becoming a soldier is the best idea and fighting in a war for a shared interest
is the right way, it is the right attitude to everyone’s eyes and everybody
should go to war. Owen tries to break down that old belief and tries to tell
not to continue expanding that idea to next generations, since he is suffering
like ever the horrors of what the war means. He wants to transmit that it’s not necessary to go to war to feel as if you are
serving your country and feel as a real man, but preventing men before they go
to war, that nothing is what it seems. All the brave you think you are at once,
that feeling disappears when you are right there at the war, right there on the
battlefield. No one can expect what is coming until it’s
there. Owen points out that it is not worthwhile going to
war, as it is believed, that men shouldn’t have on it a proud feeling because
it will provide them the worst conditions and atrocities, and they should think
twice if they are ready to go, not only taking into consideration the question
of honour and patriotism, because it will take them to the most terrifying
death.
As professor Forés explains, ‘war poetry is obscure, black poetry, and
it deals with terror, panic, pain, anguish, blood, phantasmagoria, decadence,
death, it all shows the atrocities committed and all that soldiers had to
suffer unfairly in their bodies and psyche. For World War I poets, this was the
greatest war ever, and the last likely expected, because of the size,
conditions and consequences. But furthermore, as they couldn’t expect Second
World War would come after, they referred to it as the biggest war, the most
awful ever, the so-called “The War to End all Wars”, giving all the importance
they could and narrating it with detail and horror.’ (Forés)
Kenneth Case states that “the existence of evil was almost forgotten in
the period of stability which preceded the First World War. The outbreak of
that war in 1914 heralded an era in which evil became an immediate reality to
most people. Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) was the last English poet to make war
glamorous. The satirical verse of Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) and the poetry
of Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) showed that chivalrous notions of warfare belonged
to the past and that modern war was as barbaric as futile. The war revealed to
an incredulous world that scientific progress and industrial power could be harnessed for the purpose of mass slaughter. It has
been an age haunted by nightmares. And by the end of Second World War in 1945
it was obvious that technical ingenuity had brought the world to the brink of
annihilation.” (Case, 58)
Esteban Pujals contributes to the study of War poets: “In 1914,
August 3th. First World War came to materialize the
unavoidable political and economic crisis that had in the XIX century system
basis its cause.
Michael Yee studies the situation too, and
states that ‘Owen's generation was experiencing
monumental changes in the fundamental structure of their society. Imperial
Esteban Pujals,
in attempt to set Owen’s attitude once he was
concerned about reality and his own situation as a soldier, adds:
‘In the sonnet ‘Anthem for Doomed Youth’, Owen wonders which funeral orations
and bells would attend those who die as a flock. Reply is contemptuously
obvious: orations, regrets and bells would seem mocks because they would be the
consequence of guns, and crying would remember the noisy fire opened. Men would
kill each other with no hate nor resentment,
everything would come to be unimportant.’ (Pujals,
561)
In conclusion, we
have seen how Owen tries to show through this poem that things on the
battlefield are quite different than those moral lessons, nothing is the same
once you are there, the enthusiasm and the courage you started with, are blown
away little by little and finally they disappear giving way to desolation,
crying, desperation.
In my opinion, it is certainly a wild poem that seems taken out from the
most terrifying film ever created. It seems unbelievable the barbarities that
took place, but fortunately we dispose
of poems like this and brilliant poets as Owen, that it makes us go back to
that time and experience in a way what for the soldiers it meant to be there at
that moment.
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
Dr Vicente Forés, 2007
Kenneth Case, “A Short History of the English
Literature”, 1961 Max Hueber Verlag,
München. (13/03/07)
Esteban
Pujals, “Historia de
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