Dulce et Decorum est

[بسـ الطفـε(｡◕‿◕｡)зـوله ــمة]

	[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل] I decided to share with you one of the poems that affected me Dulce et Decorum est" " meaning it is sweet and right Written by Wilfred own during world war1 , After witnessing one of his friends death , by the mustard gas ( a poisonous gas , used in WW1 ) In this poem he uses a sarcastic tone to tell us how bad war is , It was nothing like what people thought a glorious or honorable to fight in wars He also shows his poignancy which he felt after the death of his friend The poem is so touching guys , that you will shed a tear or 2 when reading it [فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل] 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 s h e l l s 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 . [فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل] Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori it is sweet and right to die for one's country P.S Own was killed a week before the war ended :( . At the age of 25 [فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]

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[Hamza23]

i strongly agree with this statment
it is sweet and right to die for one's country

there is nothing sweeter than knowing that u used ur blood to protect ur land


i like the poem

<<i think the lang is german or french right ((just guessing hhh))

thanx alot for sharing it

[بسـ الطفـε(｡◕‿◕｡)зـوله ــمة]

yes that is right
but for him and many other soldiers they were fooled

they thought they were fighting to protect England, unfortunately the discovered the truth tooo late

and the words are in Latin
it was common on that time

[Safeer Ela7zan]

Good!!, it has some mysterious words which difficult to guess it. But my question in which age this poem was written either romantic or victorian thanx.

[بسـ الطفـε(｡◕‿◕｡)зـوله ــمة]

This poem was written in world war 1
and the poet was killed in that war

there is no mystery in the poem once u understand the meaning of the vivid images used in the poem

Thank u for passing by

[Safeer Ela7zan]

When I wrote that its word are mysterious I didnt mean that the poem you have posted is either ugly or something else. Anyway , I appreciate that and Go ahead sister. THANX

[بسـ الطفـε(｡◕‿◕｡)зـوله ــمة]

no no I didn't take that way

I understood what u meant

sorry for the misunderstanding

and thanks again for passing by

All the best brother ^_^

[Safeer Ela7zan]

Ok, Yabasoma