Compare and Contrast 2 Poems About World War 1

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Compare and contrast 2 poems about World War 1.

The Soldier
by Rupert Brooke
1914
Rupert Chawner Brooke (1887-1915) was an English poet and member of the Bloomsbury Group, which
was made up of English writers, intellectuals, and artists. His poem, “The Soldier,” is the fifth in a series
of poems entitled 1914, which is comprised of war sonnets written during World War I.

If I should die, think only this of me:


That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blessed by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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Compare and contrast 2 poems about World War 1.

Dulce et Decorum Est


By Wilfred Owen
1921

Wilfred Owen was an English poet and soldier, often considered one of the leading poets of the First
World War. Many of Owen’s poems deal with the violence of war and the effect it has on soldiers.
During World War I, mustard gas and other chemicals were used to attack the enemy, causing great
destruction and human suffering. As you read, take notes on how the author uses imagery to develop
the central theme of the poem.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,


Knock-kneed, coughing like hags,1 we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.2
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! —An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets3 just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring4 like a man in fire or lime. —
Dim through the misty panes5 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,6 choking, drowning.

1. an old, sick woman


2. Trudge (verb): to walk slowly with heavy steps
3. Gas masks were originally called “helmets.”
4. struggling
5. The gas masks had glass panes, to help preserve vision, while helping to ensure the safety of the
soldiers.
6. burning

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