The stark contrast between the messages of In Flanders Fields and Dulce Et Decorum Est... how one poem urges the reader to take up the torch of the men who have died and carry on the fight, while the other actively dissuades the reader from war...
“Take up our quarrel with the foe:/To you from failing hands we throw/The torch; be yours to hold it high./If ye break faith with us who die/We will not sleep, though poppies grow/In Flanders fields”
“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.”
Just. The change in tone throughout the war. Both of these were written during WWI; IFF in 1915, and DEDE in 1917-1918. Neither poem makes light of loss, but Flanders Fields describes the surroundings of the battles rather than the death and destruction of the soldiers themselves, while Dulce doesn’t bother pulling punches and describes in great detail what happens to soldiers in the trenches. Flanders Fields still had the spirit of the fight, urging new soldiers to take up the torch and continue the work of the dead. By contrast, Dulce downright rejects the spirit of war in the face of the horrors that are brought by war.
For translation, “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” means something to the effect of “It is sweet and just to die for one’s country”.
Reading these poems rly puts existentialism in a new light man. Also one cannot read DEDE and leave without feeling at least a little horrified.
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The running theme of the past couple months has been my brain randomly conjuring the Mountain Goats line “I hope you love your life now/like I love mine”
I always used to say that one day I was going to move far away from home and figure out who the fuck I was on my own, and now I have, and I really like who I’ve become, and like, life isn’t perfect and it’s not at all how I pictured it when I was younger but I really think I’m happy?
Fucking hell, I’ve been getting really sentimental with the holidays coming up, but I just want to say that I hope you all can find a way to love your lives, if not now, then someday, because it’s the best feeling in the whole world to realize that you’re gonna be okay, and I just really want everybody to have that.
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