WWI: Two Poems by Wilfred Owen

Portrait of Wilfred Owen, found in a collection of his poems from 1920.

Portrait of Wilfred Owen, found in a collection of his poems from 1920.

The Guns of August (Barbara Tuchman) blared 100 years ago. Out of the horror of the War to End All Wars, three artistic masterpieces arose, like warning phoenixes for all time: the poems of Wilfred Owen; Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms; and Jean Renoir’s La Grande Illusion.

Wilfred Owen once described himself as “conscientious objector with a very seared conscience.” He enlisted and was commissioned as a British officer in 1916. He won the Military Cross for his service, and was killed in battle on November 4, 1918. (The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen, ed. C. Day Lewis, New York: New Directions, 1965).

ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Troops supposedly "going over the top" at the start of the Battle of the Somme in 1916, photographed by Canadian official photographer Ivor Castle. This photograph was widely and misleadingly published as a portrayal of an actual British attack. It was actually taken during a training exercise behind the lines. The breech cover which is clearly visible on the rifle of the soldier in the foreground was edited out in contemporary publications of the photograph.

Troops supposedly “going over the top” at the start of the Battle of the Somme in 1916, photographed by Canadian official photographer Ivor Castle. This photograph was widely and misleadingly published as a portrayal of an actual British attack. It was actually taken during a training exercise behind the lines. The breech cover which is clearly visible on the rifle of the soldier in the foreground was edited out in contemporary publications of the photograph.

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 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.

The Wilfred Owen Poetry Award is presented biennially by the Wilfred Owen Association “to honour a poet for a sustained body of work that includes memorable war poems.”

http://www.wilfredowen.org.uk/wilfred-owen-association/wilfred-owen-poetry-award

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