#dulce et decorum est

[apoemaday]

Dulce et Decorum Est

by 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 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.

#poetry #wilfred owen #dulce et decorum est

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Wilfred Owens, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

via poetryfoundation.org

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[ID/ Wilfred Owens 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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.

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"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."

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#great poem but why on earth did he put an em dash directly after a comma #mr. owen i just want to talk #closed polls #polls #poetry #poems #poetry polls #poets and writing #tumblr poetry #have you read this #dulce et decorum est #wilfred owen #war poetry #wwi

[spineless-lobster]

She dulce on my decorum til I est

​She pro on my patria til I mori

#wilfred owen #I guess #idk #i’m very tired #dulce et decorum est

[dolline]

I have just found out that Wilfred Owen was killed 1 week before ww1 ended and I will not recover

#ww1 #wwi #world war one #the first world war #triple entente #triple alliance #austria hungary #franz ferdinand #1914 #1918 #history #central powers #europe #dulce et decorum est #wilfred owen

[charliemaybeghost]

A letter from Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon

From Rictor Norton's anthology of gay historical letters "My Dear Boy".

#:( #Siegfred told him not to go back to war (after he was invalided home in july 1918) #and then he did. #wilfred owen #siegfried sassoon #rictor norton #dulce et decorum est #war poets #gay poets #gay history #</3

[rhube]

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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.

[Translation: It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.]

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Contact your representatives and demand a cease fire in Gaza.

#dulce et decorum est #poetry #wilfred owen #remembrance sunday #armistace #cease fire now #cease fire in gaza #death #body horror #war

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Dulce et Decorum Est - Wilfred Owen - UK

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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.

#wilfred owen #dulce et decorum est #UK #united kingdom #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

[violent-violetsringdingdong]

Posted for the first time on ao3!!

It an original coz I’m still to nervous to post any fics so yeah. ‼️Heavy trigger warning as well‼️ read the tags!!!

#ao3 #writing #original writing #trigger warning: anxiety attack #PTSD #gas attack #inspired by #dulce et decorum est #written for school #lol hope people enjoy this #it was an experience to write #have y’all seen that dude on yt reading the poem coz it’s hella creepy #dude almost gave me nightmares #I think that was the point tho #so good job to him ig

[poetictouch]

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen - Read by Ralph Fiennes

#Wilfred Owen #Dulce Et Decorum Est #Ralph Fiennes #WW1 #War Poetry #World War One #war #poem #poetry #Saleh Badrah #Poetictouch

[socialpoison]

damn, so there were these kids ardent for some desperate glory, and you guys would not BELIEVE what was told to them with such high zest...

#dulce et decorum est #pro patria mori #sorry could not keep this one in my brain #for this you all suffer

[thatwritererinoriordan]

#dulce et decorum est #wilfred owen #ralph fiennes #wwi #Spotify

[z-ppy]

so long ago (like four months ago) I read this hetalia/spn crossover fic called pro patria mori and it changed me https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7967262/1/Pro-Patria-Mori

alfred (america) gets possessed and canada and japan team up with the winchesters to save the day (bc the demon is using al to absolutely wreak havoc on a national scale). it's fun because england, prussia, and the italies are the only nations who Know and england summons crowley to bitch at him and germany keeps sweeping up the salt when prussia's trying to ward the house. anyway.

the title comes from the poem 'dulce et decorum est' by wilfred owen and it's so so good https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

it's unfinished and I was unsatisfied so I started my own crossover fic wherein prussia and america are hunters and germany makes a stupid deal and the winchesters are like .....???? angels, demons, god, but you're telling me these loud idiots are nations?

I wanna introduce my spn friends to my decade-long obsession with personified countries

#spn #supernatural #aph hetalia #don't hate i'm not Like That #i stay in my own lane #dulce et decorum est #wilfred owen #aph america #aph prussia

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Dulce Et Decorum Est

- Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

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.

#apparently everyone else studied this in highschool but me - we did Exposure (I’ll post it soon if you don’t know it) but come on #dulce et decorum est pro patria mori of course translates to it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country #and if you studied this one you might know that it was initially addressed/dedicated to a jingo (pro war) poet named Jessie Pope #who wrote poetry glorifying war and comparing it to a game as though for young boys #poetry #ww1 #war poetry #remembrance #wilfred owen #dulce et decorum est

[saintkevorkian]

Dulce et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen, 1920. published posthumously

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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.

#poem #wilfred owen #dulce et decorum est #wwi

[wingedeclipsed]

Thinking about Gideon, known possessor of intense survivor's guilt from Jeannemary's death and a compulsion to sacrifice herself for others, being sent to a battlefield where she was most likely the only person who couldn't die and feeling pain, agony even,

#and i need to read nona again because i'm hazy on the details but there is a pretty good chance- #-that kiriona was surrounded by fourth kids on the front lines- dulce et decorum est and all that #gideon nav #the locked tomb #the only thing i really need in atn is her pov on everything that happened to her out there