Dulce Et Decorum Est Annotation
by
fattamasri (student)
- 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, (11 syllables, stress the last word)
- Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
- But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, (11 syllables, stresses last word)
- 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. (11 syllables stresses last word)
- (incomplete rhyme scheme)
- In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
- He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. (imperfect meter)
- (creates a whole stanza for the event to show the speakers fixation on it)
- 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; (11 syllables)
- 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, (12 syllables)
- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
- To children ardent for some desperate glory, (11 syllables)
- The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est (10 syllables)
- Pro patria mori. (6 syllables)