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Imagery In Homecoming

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If anything is known about war, it progressively gets worse throughout history. The weapons have become far more powerful, the losses are much greater, and worst of all, soldiers visions of hell have become a reality. War, centuries ago, seemed to young eager young men as an adventure, a chance for glory, an honorable way to die; however, these opinions shifted as time went on. Many if not most of the soldiers today go to war to defend their country, their loved ones, and everything else they hold dear in the hopes that the battles they fight will one day come to an end and they will be able to come home. Millions of soldiers kept their journals, shared their own war stories, or have had their legends written and passed down throughout the …show more content…

Dawe utilizes the human senses of hearing and sight to shift the mood from sorrow to regret and melancholy to sentimental. The use of the participial “ing” in the first few lines is used to promote the confusion of identity of the soldiers who died in the war. The soldiers who collect the bodies and take care of the burials are never given a name, however, the soldiers do their jobs not only with sorrow but quickly as if without feeling. Dawe’s imagery portrays the gruesome gathering of the bodies and differentiating them by the different ethnicities instead of names which, in a way, is remorseful and portrays the toll of war on the …show more content…

In the first line, “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,” is a simile comparing the soldiers trudging along to old women with canes. In the third line it states, “Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs” meaning that the soldiers had to turn away or change direction from their previous camp and move forward. “Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots...Of disappointed shells that dropped behind” describes how the soldiers were just out of reach of enemy fire. There is a connotation through lines 13-16 where it says, “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…” It then continues on to shift from “...He plunges at me guttering, choking, drowning” to “If in some smothering dreams you too could pace… Behind the wagon that we flung him in,” bringing a past experience to the current time in the poem. “His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin” is highly unlikely because it’s impossible for the devil to be sick of sin. A little bit later in the poem, Owen writes, “Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud,” being a bit graphic but once again bringing back the bitter reality of war and that death is not a pleasant thing to

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