Was the writer british?

Was the writer English?

[avoran]

was the poem written in the 20th century?

[arianayaris]

Does the author's last name begin with a letter between A - M (inclusive)?

[coolcat59]

Does the author's last name begin with a letter between N - T inclusive?

[katkatj]

Does the author's last name begin with a letter between N - Q inclusive?

[profprofessorson]

Are you a place?

[avoran]

Is one or more of the words that identify you in the poem written with a capital letter (other than at the beginning of a sentence or line)?

Is the poem a war poem?

[arianayaris]

Are you a poem (as supposed to the subject or something mentioned IN the poem)?

[coolcat59]

Are you the Dark?

Are you dulce et decorum est

[avoran]

does the title of the poem have more than one word?

Are you dulce et decorum est

Yes!

I am the very famous WW1 poem Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918).

Here it is:

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 the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime...
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.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

And this here is the fella himself


This poem was part of my A-Level English exam.

Published after Owen's death, which occurred one week before the armistice, it is considered one of the defining poems from the First World War.
The title translated from Latin is, "It is sweet and glorious", and from the two final lines: "... Dulce et decorum est, Pro patria mori" is a quote from Horace's Odes and roughly translated means "It is sweet and glorious to die for your country.

My favourite poem of all time, i hope you like it too.

[raindrops]

This round, cheepie discovered in 1 question that we were looking for a poem and receives 5 wrz$.
Romantic1983 tortured you for 47 questions and receives 235 wrz$
Congrats, you two!


Now cheepie is invited to start the next round with the subject he sent me...