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WILFRED OWEN - DULCE ET DECORUM EST, Text of poem and notes

WILFRED OWEN - DULCE ET DECORUM EST, Text of poem and notes
WILFRED OWEN Dulce et Decorum Est Best known poem of the First World War (with notes) Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs And towards our distant rest(3) 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(4) Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind. Wilfred Owen Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918 Notes on Dulce et Decorum Est 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. ardent - keen 15. These notes are taken from the book, Out in the Dark, Poetry of the First World War, where other war poems that need special explanations are similarly annotated. Pronunciation The pronunciation of Dulce is DULKAY. Videos of readings of Dulce et Decorum Est - Click to see. To top of page Copyright Links Back to Main Index Related:  War - Connected Reads

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Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) | The War Poet Association Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, the eldest of four children, was born in Oswestry, Shropshire, where his father was working as a railway clerk. The family soon had to move to Birkenhead, and Wilfred was educated at the independent Birkenhead Institute until 1907, when his father was appointed to a senior post in Shrewsbury. Wilfred took a four-year, free course as a pupil-teacher at the Shrewsbury Technical School, gaining not only a good grounding in French, English literature, the earth sciences and other subjects but also experience of teaching children from very poor homes. Studying Wordsworth and Keats made him long to be a poet, and he started writing verse. He qualified as an elementary school teacher, but career prospects were poor, so he decided to try for a London University external degree, passing the first stage, matriculation, in 1911. Needing time and space to prepare for more exams, he became a temporary assistant to the Vicar of Dunsden, near Reading. Suggested reading:

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