Category Archives: Wilfred Owen

‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ (Wilfred Owen)

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 … Continue reading ‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ (Wilfred Owen)

‘The parable of the old man and the young’ by Wilfred Owen

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and … Continue reading ‘The parable of the old man and the young’ by Wilfred Owen