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Wilfred Owen

By: Gabby Jarman

Britain. . 1915 and was sent to France in the winter of 1917. 1918 in The Battle of the Sambre. this was just 7 days before World War One ended.Background Information • Wilfred Owen was born on the 18th of March 1983 in Oswestry. • He moved to Bordeaux. France in 1913 and became a teacher at Berlitz School of Languages. Scotland which was a hospital for Shell-Shocked Officers. who greatly influenced Owen into writing some of his most recognized works as “Anthem For Doomed Youth” and “Dulce Et Decorum Est”. • After four months on the front lines Owen was sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital near Edinburgh. • Wilfred Owen was killed on November 4th. • He enlisted in the Artist’s Rifles on the 21st of October. • At this hospital Owen met Siegfried Sassoon. a poet.

• Gas! Gas! Quick. Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. In all my dreams. boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling. .Dulce Et Decorum Est • Bent double. through the misty panes and thick green light. we cursed through sludge. Knock-kneed. drowning. . choking. Dim. As under a green sea. And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . All went lame. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling. He plunges at me. all blind. before my helpless sight. Drunk with fatigue. Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time. coughing like hags. guttering. Men marched asleep. blood-shod. . I saw him drowning. deaf even to the hoots Of tired. like old beggars under sacks. outstripped FiveNines that dropped behind. Many had lost their boots But limped on.

Obscene as cancer. If you could hear. at every jolt. . the blood Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs. And watch the white eyes writhing in his face. My friend. Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.• If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in. like a devil's sick of sin. bitter as the cud Of vile. incurable sores on innocent tongues. His hanging face. you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory. The old Lie.

. And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.Soldier’s Dream • I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears. But God was vexed. And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts. not even a pikel. And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts. Not even an old flint-lock. • And there were no more bombs. And rusted every bayonet with His tears. of ours or Theirs. and gave all power to Michael.

Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed. childlike.'O Mother. • Another sighed. The Bullets chirped-In vain. being dead.-Fool! And the splinters spat. . vain. -Mother. And the lofty Shrapnelcloud Leisurely gestured.' he said. and died.The Last Laugh • 'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed. vain! Machine-guns chuckled. and tittered. Dad!' Then smiled at nothing.

• 'My Love!' one moaned. And the Gas hissed. his whole faced kissed the mud. And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned. Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned. Till slowly lowered. . Love-languid seemed his mood.

• About this time Town used to swing so gay When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees. Voices of play and pleasure after day. before he threw away his knees. sewn short at elbow. And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim. or how warm their subtle hands. . waiting for dark. Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. Legless. Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn. And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey.In the old times.Disabled • He sat in a wheeled chair. All of them touch him like some queer disease.

He didn't have to beg. It was after football. • One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg. Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry. Aye. And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. and maybe. that was it. Now. last year. to please his Meg. After the matches. he is old. For it was younger than his youth. his back will never brace. He thought he'd better join. to please the giddy jilts He asked to join. Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years. That's why. . too. He wonders why.• There was an artist silly for his face. Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts. He's lost his colour very far from here. when he'd drunk a peg. carried shoulder-high.

Only a solemn man who brought him fruits Thanked him.• Germans he scarcely thought of. he was drafted out with drums and cheers. . and then enquired about his soul. Esprit de corps. and leave. but not as crowds cheer Goal. did not move him. of smart salutes. And care of arms. And Austria's. • Some cheered him home. He drought of jewelled hills For daggers in plaid socks. and hints for young recruits. and pay arrears. all their guilt. And soon. And no fears Of Fear came yet.

he will spend a few sick years in institutes. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come? . And take whatever pity they may dole. Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. And do what things the rules consider wise.• Now.

He then is sent to France and loses his arms. He is neglected by his society and is left to a life of following rules in a hospital while the world passes him by. “How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come?” (Line 45-46) • • • . And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race” The poem ends with the boy showing how alone and abandoned he is because none of the hospital orderlies have come to wheel him to his room. He's lost his colour very far from here.Analysis of Disabled • Disabled is about a young soldier who joins the military because he likes the look of the uniform. This poem shows how the Western world paid little attention to the veterans after the war. his back will never brace. He returns home to a town that has changed and to people that no longer want anything to do with him. Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry. “Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole” (Line 43-44) The boy has also lost his youth as is evident in lines 16-19: “Now. legs and youth. The boy in the story is regarded as having “A queer disease” (line 13) and the girls attention which he sought is placed upon men who are uninjured and not him. he is old. wants pay and thinks it will impress girls.

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