Essay about Wilfred Owen Anthem for Doomed Youth Analysis

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Anthem of the Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

The poem I chose to study is "Anthem of the doomed youth" by Wilfred
Owen. Wilfred Owen, the son of a railway worker, was born in Plas
Wilmot, near Oswestry, on 18th March, 1893. Owen's youthful illusion of the glory of fighting as a soldier was reflected in his words to his mother on his return to England shortly before volunteering for the army..."I now do most intensely want to fight." In the summer of
1917 Owen was badly concussed at the Somme after a shell landed just two yards away. After several days in a bomb crater with the mangled corpse of a fellow officer, Owen was diagnosed as suffering from shell shock. While recovering at Craig Lockhart War Hospital he met the
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Instantly with the first line Owen refers to the soldiers who die in the battle as "these who die as cattle". It makes the men seem like a sort of strength with no real meaning behind it, like soldiers sent to battle and inevitably be slaughtered yet not fully realising why. The next two lines then take the reader to the battle, where the disturbing and frightening atmosphere of gunshots is emphasised as a,
"monstrous anger" He also gives the atmosphere a more dramatic effect by using alliteration, "rifle's rapid rattle" which emphasises the harsh and unrelenting sounds of the battlefield. So loud and unrelenting that it drowns out their quick prayers made in haste, not allowing them their moment of God's guidance, "Patter out their hasty
Orisons." In the next line, "No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells", this could be a more personal belief of Owen's, that fighting and killing are wrong in the eyes of god, as he said in a letter to his mother, "namely that one of Christ's essential commands was:
Passivity at any price! Suffer dishonour and disgrace, but never resort to arm. Be bullied, be outraged, be killed, but do not kill."

In the next few lines of the octave he changes the, what I feel like sort of a homely religious scene into something more disturbing and frightening, as mourning choirs becomes a "shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells." And it seems that

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