"If in some smothering dreams you too could paceBBC has an interesting production about Owen and Sigfriend Sasson.
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."
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Dulce Et Decorum Est: