Horror of War in Dulce et Decorum Est :: Dulce et Decorum Est Essays

Horror of War in Dulce et Decorum Est   Wilfred Owens Dulce et Decorum Est is a magnificent, and terrible, description of a gas fervidness suffered by a group of soldiers in World War 1. One of this group is unable to get on his helmet, and suffers horribly. Through his shifting rhythms, dramatic description, and rich, raw(a) images, Owen seeks to convince us that the horror of war far outweighs the patriotic cliches of those who glamorize war.    In the first of four stanzas, Owen presents the death-like calm before the storm of the gas attack. alliteration and onomatopoeia join with powerful figurative and literal images of war to produce a pitiful sense of despair. Bent beggars, knock-kneed, cough and curse like hags finished sludge. All of this compressed into just two lines The third line places the speaker of the poem with this trudging group. In the simple Men marched asleep sentence, the three beats feign the falling rhythm of these exhausted men. The pun bl ood-shod makes its grim effect on us slowly. We guess, too, that blind and lame suggest several levels of debilitation. The stanza ends with the ironic-quiet sounds of the shells dropping softly behind.   In contrast to the first stanza, the second stanza is full of action. The oxymoron,ecstasy of fumbling, seems at first odd, but then perfect, as a way to describe the controlled brat -instantly awakened with heightened sensibility- of men with just seconds to find a gas mask. But... tells all. One man is too late and is seen only through the green sea of mustard gas, yelling... stumbling...drowning...guttering...choking.   The third stanzas brief two lines emphasize the nightmare these events continue to be for our speaker.   In the last stanza, Owen becomes more insistent as he drives atus with the steady danceable beat of iambic pentameter. We feel the jolt of the wagon, see the white eyes writhing in this hanging face, and, most horribly, hear the gargling of t he blood choked lungs. The frightening sound-filled simile, like a devils sick of sin, testifies, along with all the rest, to the overwhelming truth of this experience. It is not if we could see the horror of this scene.