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Anthem for Doomed Youth Analysis



Author: Poetry of Wilfred Owen Type: Poetry Views: 5481

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1 What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?

2Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

3Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle

4 Can patter out their hasty orisons.

5 No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,

6 Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,--

7 The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;

8 And bugles calling for them from sad shires.



9 What candles may be held to speed them all?

10Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes

11 Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.

12The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;

13 Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,

14 And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.





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| Posted on 2017-01-30 | by a guest


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Drawing down of blinds - could be a metaphor for the dying down of life... As the blinds are drawn down, in an outward show to the world that a family is mouring, it is symbolc therefore of the dying down of life. It is the last image the reader is left with ad gives them a sense of finality, and could be to make them feel guilty

| Posted on 2010-06-07 | by a guest


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A pall is a type of shall that people used to wrap their dead in when in a funeral casket. Owen has substitued this in the war for the pallor of girl's brows meaning the only funeral they get is that the one they think of.

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


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This poem presents a negative attitude towards war - the soldiers have no funeral like they rightly deserve. Instead, they their funeral is the sound of the guns. A staccato rhythm exists within this poem, which symbolises the many men that die continuously throughout the war.

| Posted on 2009-02-22 | by a guest


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I think the first part of the poem refers to the insignificance of a soldier's death during the war. There is no prayer or funeral for the dead, just the constant sound of battle.

| Posted on 2008-09-02 | by a guest


.: Mr. Gay Poem :.

However i do agree with you...only becuase i have to do a project on this and i'm compleatly helpless! this is an interesting poem and if i were not being forced to give a presentation on it i may actually enjoy it...any help that anyone feels they could offer...email me!

| Posted on 2008-02-29 | by a guest


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the first part of the poem describes the horrors of the battlefield. the soldiers have to shoot aimlessly at their opponents on the vast, dusty battlefield, under a scorching sun. the dust and the sunlight blind their eyes, the heat is unbearable, and the deafening roar of the guns trouble them but the soldiers cannot retreat - they have taken the oath to serve their country and they must be cowards and have no love for their motherland if they come back from the battlefield. as the soldiers move closer to their doom, there is no priest to perform the last rites when one soldier falls and nobody is there to give the news of his death to his family. the dead do not have a proper funeral, a honourable send-off, there are no bugles or choirs to mourn their death.

the second part of the poem describes the worry and grief of the dead soldier's family and the Christian rites. the girls light candles in the church and pray for their father's/brother's safety, in their sorrow and grief they pine away like wilted flowers. and at the house of the dead, the family's grief is shown when they put down the curtains

| Posted on 2007-06-07 | by a guest


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Hey....this isnt a gay poem....its historical and takes you to the reality of world wars....its like being the scene stuff....it makes young people like us feel a a little fortunate that we dont have to risk our lives in war,just for our country.....good poem

| Posted on 2007-05-30 | by a guest


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| Posted on 2007-05-27 | by a guest




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