"Blood shod" in "Dulce et Decorum Est" refers to soldiers whose boots are caked in blood as they march. This vivid imagery highlights the physical and emotional toll of war. The phrase portrays the soldiers as exhausted and degraded, emphasizing the harsh reality of warfare that challenges the glorification of war portrayed in the Latin phrase "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" (It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country).
The last stanza is intended to address supporters of war or the reader in general. Owen's explains that people probably wouldn't push so much for war if they had actually witnessed the horrible images of war such as the men dying as "blood comes gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer..." (lines 21-22). If people really knew the abominations of war then they wouldn't tell others "How sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country," the translation of "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" (lines 27-28).
"Dulce et Decorum Est" are the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country. "Dulce et Decorum Est" is one of the best known poems of the First World War. It was written by English poet and soldier Wilfred Owen, who was killed in action on 4 November 1918 during the crossing of the Sambre-Oise Canal, exactly one week (almost to the hour) before the signing of the Armistice. The poem describes a gas attack during World War I and is one of his many anti-war poems that were not published until after the war ended. 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 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 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.
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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 backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on , blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tried, 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 paceBehind 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 bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--My friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory,The old Lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori. Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) 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 backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on , blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tried, 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 paceBehind 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 bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--My friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory,The old Lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori. Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
dulce et decorum est is about the reality of war and how it isn't actually sweet and fitting to die for your country. "Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori" means "It is sweet and fitting to die for ones country" and Owen refers to this as 'The old lie'
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