https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est
This is a poem written by a British poet, Wilfred Owen, during WWI when he was serving in the British Army in France. He didn't make it home, but much of his poetry did. You should have no trouble getting 3 reasons and some examples to explain your reasons.
Read through this and think of tired soldiers (usually young men). The gas shells referred to are the Mustard gas used by the Germans in that war. The green light refers to the gas masks the soldiers were to put on.
Use the emotions you feel as you read this and understand what was happening to those men.
Be sure you understand what the ending of the poem means.
You can find more of Owen's poetry here if you want more ideas:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/wilfred-owen#tab-poems
So, we were asked to write an essay pertaining to the question: "How does *war poetry* 'shape' our world?"
I'm stuck with finding three reasons.
I have an idea of one reason - "it is able to recite the story of the soldiers and their views in a more complex and emotional manner," but even then I think it's still a bit too shallow.
Please suggest any other reasons, thanks :))
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https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/206496/
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/31639/
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/435116/
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/32254/
Read those four poems. How does it express what people see, feel, and remember?
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/31639/
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/435116/
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/war/page-1/32254/
Read those four poems. How does it express what people see, feel, and remember?
Here's one of the best known war poems.
In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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