“Dulce et Decorum Est” illustration

After reading the poem “Dulce et Decorum Est”, written by Wilfred Owen, I thought that it could have an illustration to emphasize his emotions in a more realistic way. By presenting a scene based on the incident, I believed it would call the reader’s attention, making us feel pity for the voice of the poem who had the bad luck of living the moment when his friend died at war. I really like the drawing I chose because it shows the scary, gloomy and obscure face of war, while at the same time it shows the fear of the soldiers and their desperation of the attack. The painter wanted to express the dark side of war, rather than the honorable one that the church and the government showed. He achieves portraying the “Old lie” in his paint: “It is sweet and honorable to die for your own country”, since he illustrates the fact that there is nothing sweet in that. It is the “old lie”.

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 disappointed shells 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 floundering 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.

 

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This drawing is done by someone called Haizeel.

 

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