Dulce et Decorum Est: ZOOM Poetry Class || The Greatest War Poem of All Time

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 c

Dulce et Decorum Est (It’s is Glorious to Die) Wilfred Owen. On this day in 1915 | Ghosts of the Battlefield

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. | Chris Riddell