For this week I'm using an excerpt from "Dulce Et Decorum Est" By Wilfred Owen.
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.
This is my favorite stanza of the poem. It captures well the horrors of the war and it's just beautiful. The metaphors in here are so awesome, like "as under a green sea, I saw him drowning". This poem is just so good, I can't get over it!
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.
This is my favorite stanza of the poem. It captures well the horrors of the war and it's just beautiful. The metaphors in here are so awesome, like "as under a green sea, I saw him drowning". This poem is just so good, I can't get over it!
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