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Wilfred Owen: Poems "Dulce et Decorum est" Summary and Analysis

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Wilfred Owen: Poems study guide contains a biography of Wilfred Owen, literature essays, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis of Wilfred Owen

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Pensavo di utilizzare questo padlet con la classe 5 CAT. Penso di assegnare il lavoro del padlet da fare a casa o in classe a gruppi (non ho ancora deciso, in verità) e poi di lavorare con gli studenti analizzando le risposte date.  Attraverso la lettura delle due poesie sarà possibile anche inserire alcuni cenni storici relativi al diverso atteggiamento verso la guerra all'inizio e alla fine del conflitto.

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Now read this text and compare the two poems.

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The Soldier by Rupert Brooke and Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen were both written during world war one. War and death are the themes of both poems but they are written from different perspectives. The two poets take different approaches in portraying the effect that war has on the people involved. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke idealises and glorifies war while Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen highlights the horror and cruelty of war Wilfred Owen gives the reader the impression that war is horrible and that dying for one's country is not all the glory and honour that it seems, and that in reality, dying in a war, no matter for what cause, can be both painful and full of suffering, while Rupert Brooke, on the other hand, gives the reader the impression that dying in war for one's country, is very honourable, and glorious.

In 'Soldier', Brooke expresses his love for England and how he believes it is right to fight and die for his country. However, Brooke never knew what war was like, as he died in 1915. Therefore, his poem is very idealistic. This is expressed when he writes, "... there is a corner of a foreign field that is forever England". Here, he sees the English soldiers' bodies as parts of England. If they die on foreign soil, that land will be forever part of England because their soul remains there along with their values and love for England. Brooke does not describe the horrible nature of death in war and only tells how the soldier honors England by dying while defending the nation. He evokes positive feelings toward the war and describes optimistically the soldiers' thoughts once the war has finished by using words like "happy dreams" and "laughter "

By contrast, Wilfred Owen uses irony to portray war not as a glorious duty but as a barbaric massacre. "Dulce et decorum est/ pro patri mori" which mean: "it is sweet and honorable to die for one's country". He considers this a lie for most soldiers after they see and live the reality of the war as soldiers. War can not be called sweet but horrible. Owen opposes to the idea of fighting in a war. Wilfred Owen focuses on the tragedy of war and the conditions of the soldiers. For example, he depicts the soldiers as "Bent double, like old beggars under sacks". Generally, one thinks of a soldier as a man full of strength, who looks brave with his uniform and marches confidently to war. In contrast, Owen tries to make the soldiers look like penniless men and gives a sense of their non-glorified reality. Their uniforms, their psychological and physical health are destroyed. That shows how the battle has severely damaged the spirits of the soldiers.

As can be easily seen, Brooke's poem supports fighting for one's country and patriotism, whereas Owen's poem questions the reasons for fighting a war.
Wilfred Owen
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 disappointed shells 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 floundering like a man in fire or lime.--

dim, through the misty panes and thick green light

as under a green sea, ı saw him drowning.

ın 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,

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The comparison and contrast of Wilfred Owen's and Rupert Brooke's approaches to the subject of war

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The Soldier by Rupert Brooke and Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen were both written during world war one. War and death are the themes of both poems but they are written from different perspectives. The two poets take different approaches in portraying the effect that war has on the people involved.

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Now answer these questions about this poem

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Now answer these questions about this poem

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1) When was it written?
2) What is the meaning of the title and what is its origin?
3)Is the poem similar to the other one or is it different?
4) Does Owen think that it is noble and honourable to die in battle?
You can use these links to answer the questions:
http://www.gradesaver.com/wilfred-owen-poems/study-guide/summary-dulce-et-decorum-est
http://www.shmoop.com/dulce-et-decorum-est/analysis.html

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Here you can find the Italian translation of the poem

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traduzione dulce et decorum est di wilfred owen pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

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Now read this poem by Wilfred Owen

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There is biographical information about 25 of the best known poets of the First World War on the new war poetry website.

Poetry, poets, poems of the First World War - all that wonderful material that used to be found on THE WAR POETRY WEBSITE can now be found at

And information about war poetry anthologies and biographies of war poets.

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Link to the new war poetry website
The War Poetry website is now available in a secure, mobile- friendly version at the new address www.warpoetry.uk

Wilfred Owen's famous Dulce poem and notes are at https://www.warpoetry.uk/dulce-

Why not link to this popular page?

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Dulce et Decorum Est with notes - Wilfred Owen

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There is biographical information about 25 of the best known poets of the First World War on the new war poetry website. Poetry, poets, poems of the First World War - all that wonderful material that used to be found on THE WAR POETRY WEBSITE can now be found at And information about war poetry anthologies and biographies of war poets.

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Listen to the poem "Dulce et decorum est....."

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Listen to the poem "Dulce et decorum est....."

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-dpxgDoVUw

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1) When was it written?
2) Do you think it's a patriotic and nationalistic  poem? Why? Are there any key words that help you consider it a patriotic composition?
3)Does Brooke think that it is wrong to die in battle? Or does he think it is noble and honourable? - you can use these links to help you answer the questions:
https://www.enotes.com/topics/soldier/in-depth
http://www.shmoop.com/soldier-brooke/analysis.html

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Here you can find the Italian translation of the poem

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Traduzione della poesia Se dovessi morire, pensa solo questo di me: che c'è qualche angolo del campo straniero che sarà per sempre Inghilterra. Ci dovrebbe essere In quella ricca terra una più ricca polvere nascosta; una polvere di cui l'Inghilterra si fece, si formò, s'informò, diede, una volta, i suoi fiori all'amore, le sue vie...

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By the last few times we saw her it was clear
That things were different. When you tried to help her
Get out of the car or get from the car to the door
Or across the apartment house hall to the elevator
There was a new sense of heaviness
Or of inertia in the body. It wasn't
That she was less willing to be helped to walk
But that the walking itself had become less willing.
Maybe the stupid demogorgon blind
Recalcitrance of body, resentful of the laws
Of mind and spirit, was getting its own back now,
Or maybe a new and subtle, alien,
Intelligence of body was obedient now
To other laws: "Weight is the measure of
The force with which a body is drawn downward
To the center of the earth"; "Inertia is
The tendency of a body to resist
Proceeding to its fate in any way
Other than that determined for itself."

That evening, at the Bromells' apartment, after
She had been carried up through the rational structure
By articulate stages, floor after flashing floor,
And after we helped her get across the hall,
And get across the room to a chair, somehow
We got her seated in a chair that was placed
A little too far away from the nearest table,
At the edge of the abyss, and there she sat,
Exposed, her body the object of our attention--
The heaviness of it, the helpless graceless leg,
The thick stocking, the leg brace, the medical shoe.

At work between herself and us there was
A new principle of social awkwardness
And skillfulness required of each of us.
Our tones of voice in this easy conversation
Were instruments of marvelous finesse,
Measuring and maintaining with exactitude
"The fact or condition of the difference
There was between us, both in space and time."

Her smiling made her look as if she had
Just then tasted something delicious, the charm
Her courtesy attributed to her friends.

This decent elegant fellow human being
Was seated in virtue, character, disability,
Behind her the order of the ranged bookshelves,
The windows monitored by Venetian blinds--
"These can be raised or lowered; numerous slats,
Horizontally arranged, and parallel,
Which can be tilted so as to admit
Precisely the desired light or air."

We were all her friends, Maggie, and Bill, and Anne,
And I, and the nice Boston Brahmin elderly man
Named Duncan, utterly friendly and benign.
And of course it wasn't whether or not the world
Was benign but whether it looked at her too much.
She wasn't "painfully shy" but just the same
I wouldn't be surprised if there had been
Painfulness in her shyness earlier on,
Say at dancing school. Like others, though, she had
Survived her childhood somehow. Nor do I mean
She was unhappy. Maybe more or less so
Before her marriage. One had the sense of trips
Arranged, committees, concerts, baffled courage
Living it through, giving it order and style.
And one had the sense of the late marriage as of
Two bafflements inventing the sense they made
Together. The marriage seemed, to the outside world,
And probably was, radiant and triumphant,
And I think that one could almost certainly say
That during the last, heroic, phase of things,
After his death, and after the stroke, she had
By force of character and careful management,
Maintained a certain degree of happiness.

The books there on the bookshelves told their stories,
Line after line, all of them evenly spaced,
And spaces between the words. You could fall through the spaces.
In one of the books Dr. Johnson told the story:
"In the scale of being, wherever it begins,
Or ends, there are chasms infinitely deep;
Infinite vacuities. . .For surely,
Nothing can so disturb the passions, or
Perplex the intellects of man so much,
As the disruption of this union with
Visible nature, separation from all
That has delighted or engaged him, a change
Not only of the place but of the manner
Of his being, an entrance into a state
Not simply which he knows not, but perhaps
A state he has not faculties to know."

The dinner was delicious, fresh greens, and reds,
And yellows, produce of the season due,
And fish from the nearby sea; and there were also
Ashes to be eaten, and dirt to drink.

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By the last few times we saw her it was clear That things were different. When you tried to help her Get out of the car or get from the car to the door Or across the apartment house hall to the elevator There was a new sense of heaviness Or of inertia in the body.