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Wilfred Owen - Comparing Poetry

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Read and Compare and Contrast the Following Poems by Wilfred Owen: [It Was a Navy Boy], Anthem for Doomed Youth and Dulce et Decorum Est.

Wilfred Owen was a poet who was widely regarded as one of the best poets of the World War one period.

Wilfred Owen was born on the 18th of March 1893, at Plas Wilmot, Oswestry, on the English Welsh border; he was the son of Tom and Susan Owen. During the winter of 1897-8 Tom Owen, Wilfred's father was reappointed to Birkenhead, and with that the whole family moved there. Wilfred started school at the Birkenhead Institute on the 11th June 1900, during the middle of a term. During the winter of 1906-7 Tom Owen was appointed Assistant Superintendent, GW & LNER, Western Region, this again …show more content…



Towards the end of the poem, in the last three stanzas, Owen uncovers, in the boy, a part of him, which is slightly uncomfortable. "Those pounds I said you'll put some twenty by? "All for my mother sir," and turned his head. From this we understand that at the boys home there are financial problems of some sort, which the boy appears to be embarrassed about, thus turning his head away to stop any further discussion about it. The poems title is put in brackets because when Owen wrote the poem he had not specified the title, and when he died the title was produced by other means. This explains the brackets.

The second poem, "Anthem for Doomed Youth", was written later when it was obvious that Owens experiences had influenced his style of writing. He wrote the poem after his meeting with Sassoon, and by reading it, it is apparent that there is much changed from the earlier work, (It Was A Navy Boy). Owen wrote "Anthem for Doomed Youth" at Craiglockhart, where he was sent after being removed from the Front Line, due to shellshock. The poem is written from passed experience and his growing knowledge of the atrocities of war.

The content of the poem describes the younger soldiers, mainly "boys" who are marching to the front line where they will most probably meet their death. The poem is

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