The other soldiers (including the speaker of the poem, presumably Owen himself) are forced to watch the man slowly die as his insides are burned away by the chlorine gas. His dying body (still alive, but thrashing in agony) is thrown on a cart. We are told that the sight of the dying man stuck in his mind, causing him terrible nightmares for a long time afterwards. He states that if other people had seen that sight, or if they knew how truly terrible warfare is, they would not say that dying in battle is a glorious and honourable thing. The simile, "His hanging face, like a devil's sick of skin" highlights to the reader the worst possible illustration of war.
Dulce Et Decorum Est – Wilfred Owen Wilfred Owen’s poem, Dulce Et Decorum Est is a tendentious poem about the harsh realities of World War I; throughout his poems he shows his hatred for the Generals and commanding officers. In this poem he describes his memories of physical horror, and how many soldiers had been mislead about the “glory” of war. It should also be noted that this poem is in first person, and Owen is recalling the event, also the event in just one moment of time. The poem is split into four different stanzas, in the first stanza he shows how weak the soldiers were due to the horrific effects of the war. In the first line he starts off by using a hyperbole to show how badly the soldiers were affected: like old beggars under sacks, this shows that even though these men were supposed to be the ‘cream of the crop’ so to speak, they were being compared to beggars under sacks.
GAS! Quick, boys!” to emphasise the word ‘gas’ and add sudden panic and to make us read it quicker. He slows the stanza down by adding punctuation which places emphasis on the words following. The poet compares the image of a soldier flapping his arms around in panic “floundering like a man in fire of lime...” to somebody who is drowning. He sees this in all of his dreams which shows he is mentally scarred due to the horrors he has witnessed.
Owen uses simile to compare the young men to old “hags”. “Bent double, like old beggars”, “knock kneed” and “cursed through sludge” set a slow and agonising tone, giving readers an image of the hostile conditions. The verse; “Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood shod. All went lame; all bling; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind” show the basic quality of living in the battlefield being lost. Words like "lame," "blind," "drunk" and "deaf" suggest that the soldiers have been stripped of their bodily integrity before they even enter into battle.
War In Wilfred Owen’s poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” Owen uses persuasive Similes and metaphors to convey the reality of war. Owen’s tone of disgust brings alive the five senses and challenges the notion that it is “sweet and proper to die for ones country”. In the Final Stanza of the poem, Owen’s uses several similes to depict a gruesome and disgusting image. “His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin” (line 20), the speaker’s use of this simile is very powerful. Sin is the devil’s reason for existence.
Dulce Et Decorum Est In the poem “Dulce Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen, the poem uses the theme of conflict, danger and death to enhance the mood. The poem starts by talking about a day in the First World War when a group of soldiers who are extremely tired after a battle and are returning to base when all of a sudden they are the targets of a gas attack. This poem is focused on a particular soldier who fails to fit his gas mask. Using the soldier’s death the writer shows us that in no way is it “Sweet and fitting thing to die for one’s country”. A technique used to enhance the mood is imagery.
This quotation shows how much this solider is suffering but it also shows how no human on earth should die like this as it seems like a terrible way for a man’s death. The old lie: Dulce et decorum est – Pro patria mori” This quotation is placed right at the end of this poem, It means ‘Sweet and beautiful it is to die for one’s country’ In Latin. There is some irony in this last stanza, but Owen is also very serious. He uses the saying as a warning and a final attempt to persuade the reader that war is monstrous. He describes the saying as 'The old Lie,' which I think means that he is trying to say that it is a trick.
“War is Kind” By: Stephen Crane Stephen Crane uses literary devices such as imagery and diction to reveal the reality of war therefore developing the ironic tone of the poem “War is Kind.” In the first stanza the speaker says “[d]o not weep, maiden, for war is kind/ Because your lover threw wild hands to the sky[a]nd the affrighted steed ran on alone…” (1-2); the details of the dying soldier enhances the tragedy of the scene therefore creating a horrifying image contradicting any idea of kindness. In second stanza Stephen Crane illustrates young men marching towards death. He refers to them as "[l]ittle souls who thirst for fight" (5) implying that some human being were made for war, "born to drill and die" (5). He calls the "glory" of battle "unexplained," revealing the irony of using a word such as glory in the same sentence as battlefield (6). In the third stanza the speaker addressed the child of the dead solider telling him/her not to cry for “[war] is kind,” but instead of trying to comfort him/her, Stephen Crane, illustrates the last moment of the soldiers where he “tumbled in yellow trenches, [raging] at his breast, [gulping] and [dying]”(8).
War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy is a chilling and disturbing poem which focuses on the destruction and bloodshed caused due to war. She describes the experience and feelings of a war photographer, whose job is to witness these harsh realities. In the poem, we see the photographer developing images that he had taken from the war, and how thoughts and memories come flooding back to him. The first two lines of the poem say ‘In his darkroom he is finally alone, With spools of suffering set out in ordered rows’. That shows that he had some time to himself and for his thoughts.
SMALL PAIN IN MY CHEST-Michael Mack ‘The small pain in my chest ‘by Michael Mack is basically an anti-war poetry that reflects strong condemnation against war. It is written in a ballad form and is the conversational story between the poet and the dying soldier whom he met on the battlefield. It brings out the futility and brutality of war and the pain, agony, separation, hatred and the death of innocent lives which it brings about with it. The guileless young soldiers who would have otherwise led a long and happy life meet a premature death in the battlefield. War not only brings about mass killing of innocent and vulnerable lives but also doing away with humanity.