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Words: 1890
Pages: 8
Category: English Composition
Date Submitted: 01/04/2011 01:51 PM
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The poem
Arms and the boy
let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.
Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads
Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.
Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,
Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.
For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.
There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
And God will grow no talons at his heels,
Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls
Introduction:
The poet:
Wilfred Owen was born in United Kingdom1893 . He was a British poet and soldier. He spent much of his short, adult life as a volunteer soldier for the British military during World War. He was educated at the Birkenhead Institute, Liverpool and Shrewsbury Technical College. He worked as a pupil-teacher in a poor country parish before a shortage of money forced him to drop his hopes of studying at the University of London. he met Siegfried Sassoon who read his poems, suggested how they might be improved, and offered him much encouragement. Wilfred Owen wrote vivid and terrifying poems. His poetry owes its beauty to a deep ingrained sense of compassion coupled with grim realism. Owen is also acknowledged as a technically accomplished poet and master of metrical variety.Only, five of Owen's poems had been published before his death, one of which was in fragmentary form. His best known poems include "Anthem for Doomed Youth", "Futility", "Dulce Et Decorum Est", " The Parable of the Old Men and the Young" and "Strange Meeting". Owen was killed by machinegun fire just days before
Occasion:
Arms and the Boy is short, regular versed poem, reflecting Humans which are referred to the soldiers at war to the Mechanical. It is trying to get across the fact that the Guns have a power over the young boys, 'How cold steel is,...