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jimmacsyr's review against another edition
5.0
I don't know why, but I am very drawn to his words. "Dulce et Decorum est" in particular.
homoerotisch's review against another edition
3.0
mixed bag. i really liked some of the poems, particularly 'music' and 'to eros', as well as 'from my diary, july 1914', but most of them, while well-written, didn't really speak to me
osemanvrse's review
5.0
Owen’s works are so so beautiful
I wish I could read Exposure for the first time again
I wish I could read Exposure for the first time again
maplessence's review against another edition
5.0
I've started reading WW1 poetry every year at this time, last year it was Rupert Brooke [ai:Rupert Brooke|546009|Rupert Brooke|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1190084723p2/546009.jpg] this year I have sampled one of the most famous anti-war poets of them all, Wilfred Owen. [ai:Wilfred Owen|4242|Wilfred Owen|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1536705039p2/4242.jpg]
Read his Wikipedia page - his experiences were horrifying and he was killed in action a week before the Armistice. I'm going to be presumptuous and assume that this talented, sensitive young man would literally have been a shellshocked wreck if he survived. How could he not be?
From his most famous poem Dulce et Decorum Est
How could the mind that envisaged the above survive unscathed.
Our local monument is now lit at night and I went to the first night on the 24th (the eve of ANZAC Day) Interesting that was was originally planned was diluted because of public apathy and the expense - and that it has taken close on 100 years to be lit at night.
Lest we forget.
Read his Wikipedia page - his experiences were horrifying and he was killed in action a week before the Armistice. I'm going to be presumptuous and assume that this talented, sensitive young man would literally have been a shellshocked wreck if he survived. How could he not be?
From his most famous 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 out 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...
How could the mind that envisaged the above survive unscathed.
Our local monument is now lit at night and I went to the first night on the 24th (the eve of ANZAC Day) Interesting that was was originally planned was diluted because of public apathy and the expense - and that it has taken close on 100 years to be lit at night.
Lest we forget.
hollypeckitt's review against another edition
4.0
Read for AS Level English Literature 3.5/5
I don't know whether I can fully count this as read, as we only studied about 1/2 the poems in this book, but I've read some others, and will probably go on to read the rest soon.
I'm not the biggest poetry lover. I feel like I have to connect to the poet and just get what they are saying [Ariel by Sylvia Plath lacked this connection, hence why I hated it so much]. But overall I really enjoyed this.
Owen's subject was the Pity of War, and I think his poetry serves to do this theme justice perfectly. Some are horrific, like Dulce Et Decorum Est, and others are just haunting, like Shadwell Stair or Strange Meeting, but I feel like I took something away from each of these, and for that I'm grateful. Reading this collection reminded me of when I went to Flanders and Wallonia in Belgium and Northern France a couple of years ago, and the experience of seeing the places in which these battles were fought. Having that experience only made me appreciate these poems more, and want to revisit.
Favourites - Futility, Anthem For Doomed Youth, The Last Laugh, Strange Meeting, Soldier's Dream, Storm.
I don't know whether I can fully count this as read, as we only studied about 1/2 the poems in this book, but I've read some others, and will probably go on to read the rest soon.
I'm not the biggest poetry lover. I feel like I have to connect to the poet and just get what they are saying [Ariel by Sylvia Plath lacked this connection, hence why I hated it so much]. But overall I really enjoyed this.
Owen's subject was the Pity of War, and I think his poetry serves to do this theme justice perfectly. Some are horrific, like Dulce Et Decorum Est, and others are just haunting, like Shadwell Stair or Strange Meeting, but I feel like I took something away from each of these, and for that I'm grateful. Reading this collection reminded me of when I went to Flanders and Wallonia in Belgium and Northern France a couple of years ago, and the experience of seeing the places in which these battles were fought. Having that experience only made me appreciate these poems more, and want to revisit.
Favourites - Futility, Anthem For Doomed Youth, The Last Laugh, Strange Meeting, Soldier's Dream, Storm.