Poetry - Dulce et Decorum Est

Richard Williams

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Description

I recall been greatly moved by this WW1 poem from Wilfred Owen right back when I was at school. It captures the horror of war through the eyes of a soldier in the trenches.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

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Dulce et decorum EST by Wilfred Owen Okay, Yeah. Bent double like old beggars under sacks. Not need 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 shot All went lame, all blind, drunk with fatigue Deaf even to the hoots of gas shells dropping softly behind gas gas Quick boys An ecstasy of fumbling fitting the clumsy helmets just in time But someone was still 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 drown mhm 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 waggon 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 job, the blood come gargling from the froth. Corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cut of vile incurable sores on innocent tongues. My friend, we would not tell with such high zest to Children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie at the core, um, as pro Patria Mori.