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I think I did well on my exam!! :DD PROFICIENCY IN SPEECH AND DRAMA BABEY.
#marzipan speaks#i did... *adjusts glasses*#hamlet (rogue and peasant slave)#good omens (spanish inquisition)#dulce et decorum est by wilfred owen#and. an Incompetent Surgeon of the Highest Order for my mime/movement to music#đ#AND SHE LIKED IT!!#she liked ALL of it#can i get a WAHOO#*high five*
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Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
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, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, 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. 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 devilâs 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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~ Wilfred Owens, "Dulce et Decorum Est"
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[ID/ Wilfred Owens poem, "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 gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!âAn ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundâring like a man in fire or lime.â
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 devilâs 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,â
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:Â Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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"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,â / 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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#great poem but why on earth did he put an em dash directly after a comma#mr. owen i just want to talk#closed polls#polls#poetry#poems#poetry polls#poets and writing#tumblr poetry#have you read this#dulce et decorum est#wilfred owen#war poetry#wwi
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Actually when Wilfred Owen describes a bayonet as "Thin with the hunger for blood" that was peak antiwar poetry & we do not give him enough attention
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im just now realising i had a 'dulce et decorm est' hyperfixation when i was younger. i knew the entire poem and i performed it to my class of 8 and 9 year olds in year 3. i also wrote it in my year 8 journal
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I have just found out that Wilfred Owen was killed 1 week before ww1 ended and I will not recover
#ww1#wwi#world war one#the first world war#triple entente#triple alliance#austria hungary#franz ferdinand#1914#1918#history#central powers#europe#dulce et decorum est#wilfred owen
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She dulce on my decorum til I est
âShe pro on my patria til I mori
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A letter from Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon
From Rictor Norton's anthology of gay historical letters "My Dear Boy".
#:(#Siegfred told him not to go back to war (after he was invalided home in july 1918)#and then he did.#wilfred owen#siegfried sassoon#rictor norton#dulce et decorum est#war poets#gay poets#gay history#</3
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Dulce et Decorum Est - Wilfred Owen - UK
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 gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!âAn ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundâring like a man in fire or lime.â
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 devilâs 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,â
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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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen (subtitled excerpt - PART 3) â¶ïžFULL VIDEOđ FULL POEM VIDEO â¶ïž https://youtu.be/kEYK0aiRPmg đ
"Dulce et Decorum Est" was written by the British poet Wilfred Owen during World War I. The poem depicts the horrors of war and the harsh realities that soldiers faced on the front lines. Owen draws upon his own experiences as a soldier in the trenches, where he witnessed the devastating effects of gas attacks. He refutes the idealism in the Latin phrase "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," meaning "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country," a commonly held belief during the time.
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Anytime I see a post that reminds me that reciting the pledge of allegiance in school is common in the US my soul briefly exits my body
Shitâs real fuckin weird. I understand how you would not realize that if youâve been doing it all your life but I cannot emphasize enough *how fucking weird* it is.
#I went to middle and high school in the US#but it was a private school and we didnât do this#good for me bc I knew when I first heard that thing at 9 years old that it was fucked up#I mightâve been enough of a goody two shoes that I wouldâve done it anyway if instructed to?#but genuinely not sure about that#I thought it was fucking creepy the first time I heard it!!!!!!!#it was creepy and weird!!!!!!!#I remember I went to my dad afterwards like. demanding an explanation of it#and I was like âtheyâre pledging allegiance to a piece of cloth! it makes no sense!â#and he tried to explain it as like. oh itâs about the broader idea of a countryâ#and I just kept pointing out THATâS NOT WHAT IT FUCKING SAYS THO#and what it says is creepy and weird#and unfortunately for him Iâd already been assigned Wilfred Owenâs Dulce et decorum est as reading#as part of the WWI unit we were doing that year#I didnât know the word nationalism yet but I was Fairly Fucking Clear where I stood on glorifying a country#so yeah. iâm glad no one ever made me try to say it#bc I was a goody two shoes all through school#and I honestly donât know how me and the teachers wouldâve squared my reaction to that request#itâs so. itâs SO out of step with my reality#to imagine a class full of students who think Iâm âannoyingâ for thinking the weird nationalism propaganda is weird
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We were talking abt the poem in Flanders field and dad and I were struggling to think of the poets name and literally all I could remember was that he was gay
#I literally had to stop myself from saying âthe gay poet whatâs his nameâ#itâs Wilfred Owen. if ur curious.#also wrote dulce et decorum est#shut up alex
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Two Poems by Wilfred Owen
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Wilfred Owen (1893â1918) was a British poet whose powerful works provide some of the most poignant insights into the horrors of World War I. Born in Oswestry, Shropshire, England, Owen grew up in a lower-middle-class family. His early education sparked an interest in poetry, and he was influenced by Romantic poets such as John Keats. However, it was his experiences as a soldier during World War IâŠ
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wilfred owen in that one poem
I would rather die serving cunt than die serving my country
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