letra de wilfred owen - dulce et decorum est - ghizela rowe
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-sh-lls dropping softly 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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