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Author: poem of Wilfred Owen Type: poem Views: 72


He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow.  Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
-- In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.

There was an artist silly for his face,
For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join.  He wonders why . . .
Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.

That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join.  He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet.  He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is!  Why don't they come
And put him into bed?  Why don't they come?

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This poem mainly describes the sorrow and grief of a man. (Maybe not from war, what if he was drunk and signed up for an event that was too extreme for him??) It solemnly describes how he reflects back on his carelessness and obliviousness, how he should have been more grateful for the carefree and easygoing life that he had. Now, that he has \'lost (his) knees\', he is unable to do the things he used to and enjoy the little things in life, one being to get a girl. Someone who would shower love and affection and attention. But now, he is shunned. He is only seen as an embarassment, a shame to others. He is lonely.

| Posted on 2013-05-01 | by a guest


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dushit! i hav 2 du essay on dis poem wat do i do pls halp meh

| Posted on 2012-11-29 | by a guest


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Wilfred Owen\'s Disabled is a captivating poem which sends its readers on a journey into the life of a WW1 soldier after he has returned home from the war.
[Argh, I NEED MORE INFO. >_

| Posted on 2012-01-07 | by a guest


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There are many comments on this that are RETARDED! this poem is awesome.

| Posted on 2011-11-07 | by a guest


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What Type Of Awnsers Are These!!
Chicken Pot Pie!

| Posted on 2011-05-04 | by a guest


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the person called Smeage is such an angry person... take a chill pill

| Posted on 2011-03-21 | by a guest


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it\'s pretty good n that but there should be more nude babes n that.

| Posted on 2011-01-26 | by a guest


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shoot i hav to do an essay on this poem and i am totally lost i mean it feels lke ive landed on jupiter.(impossible)

| Posted on 2011-01-18 | by a guest


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I concur with JR, however his failure of using a lower case letter to begin his argument detracts from his case. Despite this I would like to also say how the poem is inspiring for those who have no conception of war, and really seems to visualise the sights, sounds and feelings that are found in the horror of war.

| Posted on 2010-12-09 | by a guest


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this fine piece of war literature has had a most profound impact upon my intellect and my apprehension of war - JR

| Posted on 2010-12-09 | by a guest


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Dis poim is bout disabled and lik is gud bcuz of it nice.

| Posted on 2010-12-02 | by a guest


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Reffering to Wilfred Owens experiences, he wrote the poem in 1917 during his four month stay at Craiglock-hart hospital. He wrote about his feelings of opposition towards the war and yet he also wrote about how he supported the men he served within it.
Through poetry, Wilfred Owen brought the discomfort and horror of war to the eyes of the public.

| Posted on 2010-12-01 | by a guest


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The line \'\'for it was younger than his youth, last year\" illustrates how quickly war can devastate people\'s lives/physical appearance. In such a short space of time, he was lost his youthful appearance.

| Posted on 2010-10-31 | by a guest


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well i bleve that the poem is very intesting but also so terrible and boring at the same time cos poetry is generally boring LOL

| Posted on 2010-10-16 | by a guest


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The word \'He\' is also important. It shows the young boys insignificance and how people fighting in the war did not have identities of their owns.

| Posted on 2010-10-09 | by a guest


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my limbs are like totally ahh like made of like chicken ehhhrn

| Posted on 2010-08-22 | by a guest


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Are you stupid, Wilfred Owen isnt the one who has lost his limbs it's another person, a youth.
btw- how is discilpline conveyed in the poem?

| Posted on 2010-07-26 | by a guest


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My point of view about the poem is that Owen has a sense of confusion and loss since he has lost his legs and arm he felt that he is shunned by every one especially women.

| Posted on 2010-05-23 | by a guest


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why are some people writing like they all that with their u wat dis super sht?.

| Posted on 2010-05-17 | by a guest


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Da poem is heaps bad bout how war n that is bad for guys like men n that

| Posted on 2010-05-13 | by a guest


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Wilfred Owen demonstrates the human cost of war in this poem. He reflects the decisions the youth made when going to war, thinking that going to war would be an adventure which turned out to be the opposite. The memories scar them for life for whom ever survives. Hence the title of 'disabled'. They aren't necessarily all physically disabled but mentally scared from the trauma's of war.
Unfortunately for the war vetran in this poem he was left both physically and mentally scared with no one to even lay an eye on him. All he had were the nurses to assist him, but even then he was lonely. This was suggested in the poem when owen narrated "Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,All of them touch him like some queer disease". This is reflecting how the man in the wheelchair fears he will never find a girl who will love him and not pityfully.

| Posted on 2010-05-11 | by a guest


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The lack of belief in this man is emphasised by the lack of a capital letter in 'god'. Similarly, in Owen's poem, 'Miners' he refers to 'Death' with a capital. I believe that this is Owen's method of portraying to the reader the lack of faith and belief in this time of war. This lack of intelligence shown by the way in which he is drawn by the propaganda 'Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts'. The general theme running through the poem being that these young people were going to war because of the image which was being laid out to them in the media. Eliot himself went to war to fight for his country. This is defended by the fact that he returned to war while his friend Sassoon did not, however he realised that others did not understand their sacrifice and the illiteracy of the protagonist in this certain poem 'scarcely thought of' the enemy as he fought instead to 'please his Meg.

| Posted on 2010-03-26 | by a guest


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rrm da poem is well swet! its propa bad like wars n shit, no wa am sayin man?
- grant beveridge
| Posted on 2009-02-06 | by a guest

| Posted on 2010-02-01 | by a guest


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Owen demonstrates how naive the minds of young boys were during this period. Lines such as "Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts" or "Someone said he'd look a god in kilts" suggests that he joined the army to impress others and to maintain this popular image that he seemed to possess. Then the following lines, "Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears" and "He thought of jewelled hilts For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes" further demonstrates that the young soldier clearly has no real view on what war is (the real image of war is vivdly depicted in other Owen poems such as Dulce et Decorum Est or The Show.
Obviously, others have already posted that essentially the poem is about this man reminiscing about his wonderful past. The line "He wonders why..." simply demonstrates his realisation now that he made a monumental mistake.

| Posted on 2010-01-07 | by a guest


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Owen demonstrates how naive the minds of young boys were during this period. Lines such as "Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts" or "Someone said he'd look a god in kilts" suggests that he joined the army to impress others and to maintain this popular image that he seemed to possess. Then the following lines, "Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears" and "He thought of jewelled hilts For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes" further demonstrates that the young soldier clearly has no real view on what war is (the real image of war is vivdly depicted in other Owen poems such as Dulce et Decorum Est or The Show.
Obviously, others have already posted that essentially the poem is about this man reminiscing about his wonderful past. The line "He wonders why..." simply demonstrates his realisation now that he made a monumental mistake.

| Posted on 2009-12-31 | by a guest


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I find this incredibly sad. Here is a man, reflecting on his life from his wheelchair. He looks back and now sees all too clearly the errors in his thinking, but it is too late. No regret is expressed here for having fought the war itself, (in fact I get the feeling he was a fearless soldier) so much as what had brought him there. Images of grandeur, smart uniforms, women looking at him with lovesick eyes, now fall shattered at his phantom knees. He had a particular woman in mind to please, yet at this point in his life she is nowhere in sight. All he has to look forward to now are the impersonal daily and nightly rituals, perhaps his pills, (nothing of this is said) by his nurse. Each day he rises to look forward to sleeping again; he wonders what use he is like this, and only has his memories to keep his mind occupied. He now exists in a sterile environment; even his uniform is dull and gray. It is a far cry from where he had hoped to be. He can only live vicariously by listening to the children playing outside his window, all the while knowing he will never again be one of them. Never again will he feel the softness of a woman's skin, the slim contours of her body. Now they recoil from him as though they would catch a disease just by looking. His heart breaks as he watches those womens' eyes wander to those men that are sound and whole, comparing the way they looked at them to the way they looked at him. Nobody thanked him for his service, his sacrifice. Was it all worth it?

| Posted on 2009-11-26 | by Soul-Hugger


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Contract of his life as a youth, this his life in his metaphoric old age. Language evokes a feeling of depression, isolation, unable to interact with girls/society

| Posted on 2009-11-18 | by Phylo


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Contract of his life as a youth, this his life in his metaphoric old age. Language evokes a feeling of depression, isolation, unable to interact with girls/society

| Posted on 2009-11-18 | by Phylo


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Contrast is used in this poem, between his youth, and his metaphoric old age (still young age). His journey upon returning from war is depressing, he feels isolated.

| Posted on 2009-11-18 | by Phylo


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Contrast is used in this poem, between his youth, and his metaphoric old age (still young age). His journey upon returning from war is depressing, he feels isolated.

| Posted on 2009-11-18 | by Phylo


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This poem is about a Normal Teenage boy who was once looked at by all the girls as very Handsome and popular. He was having fun living a very small part of the normal teenage boy's life untill he went to War thinking it was going to be how people say it is. And as a reult meets the realtiy of war and is put in a weel chair for the rest of his life, with no girls paying not one bit attention to him, no happiness, no friends.. nothing. War has ruind his life together, the only hope he has is for teh next morning to come so he the days can go by and he can slowly and painfully end his life in missery. From Raychel Hughes.

| Posted on 2009-11-10 | by a guest


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i have to do an essay too man! totally don't get it like! but your comments av sorta helped me, its abit confusing tbh!or maby its just me being a dumb ass :P help anyone?.
Laura (Y)

| Posted on 2009-11-08 | by a guest


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i recun this poim is buzzin baht and um all nuttas finkin this poim is good and ah like bruv are propa bums. bad times. the poim is orit lik but i don like war . make love not war. innit blad. peace out.

| Posted on 2009-11-04 | by a guest


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this poem is well hard he goes to war looses his legs and arm comes bk gets no symethy apart from off one man and now people only look at him for pitty and he will never be loved by a girl but only in a motherly way so wats this poem about?:D
alex prescott aka alex press me buzzer.

| Posted on 2009-09-23 | by a guest


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This is a really good poem that shows his life flash before his eyes in a short timeline. It shows that nobody ever thought about the poor guys that were injured from the war, and even though the other soldiers were killed there were probrably better off than this guy.

| Posted on 2009-09-14 | by a guest


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Disabled is essentially a war poem which expresses the dolorous thoughts and recollections of a teenage soldier who lost his limbs at war and is now confined to a wheel chair. It outlines the physical, mental and social consequences of a senseless young boy joining war, believing that a wonderful reward would come his way upon his return. Instead, he is severely injured at war and returns home only to find that he is segregated from society and given little notice and heed to.

| Posted on 2009-08-09 | by a guest


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the poem analysis war and the affect it has on people

| Posted on 2009-06-15 | by a guest


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i am like so totaly lost
i hav to do an essay on it and i dnt hav a clue whhoo go me :)

| Posted on 2009-06-10 | by a guest


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I think those two cretins were being ironic...hopefully

| Posted on 2009-03-26 | by a guest


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This poem is good!! Really conveys the idea of consequences of war!
WY of AL was here!!
DE!

| Posted on 2009-03-06 | by a guest




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