They were not ours: We never heard to which front these were sent. Nor there if they yet mock what women meant Who gave them flowers. Now we can kick off our shoe's and take off our golden wings and send off in a chinook wind. It almost pours scorn on the women who bequeathed them flowers. However the foreboding is evident as the stanza ends on the word dead.
It is told in the first person, passively. Owen enlisted in 1915 and two years later he was wounded and suffered shell shock. The eulogies were filled with jokes, Evoking grins and smiles. The irony present in this poem is best seen in the tone of the poem. At the beginning of the poem we are presented with the image of a typical rural scene, with soldiers merrily singing through the streets to their farewell. Wilfred Owen, a famous World War One poet, wrote poems about people who would send young men to war.
This line could well suggest just that. Owen wrote this poem while he was stationed at Ripon army camp. They were not ours:We never heard to which front these were sent. They were not ours: We never heard to which front these were sent; Nor there if they yet mock what women meant Who gave them flowers. It is maintained and developed by The Full English as a resource for a national poetry recitation competition and for teaching and learning about poetry. This is the same with the rhythm; I think this is to represent, instead of the regular, ordered marching step that the army is renowned for, there is disorder and chaos.
Traditionally flowers have a double significance - coloured for celebration, white for mourning. A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to still village wells Up half-known roads. In the oxymoron, 'grimly gay,' the men's expressions as seen in the train windows emphasises the uncertainty of their departure and the beginning of recognition of the implications of their destiny. Wilfred Owen was tragically killed one week before the end of the war. Why are the soldiers walking there? We learn later on in the poem that women have given them flowers — again this suggests some sort of leaving party or parade has happened.
Wilfred Owen has cleverly personified weaponry in the context of war and has woven it in his poems. His work is full of compassion and outrage and technically highly skilful. This rhyme scheme seems to have no particular pattern; it will start a pattern, and then change it. In the first line the narrator offers our first contrast. You can tell from the descriptions the narrator uses that these men are proud men. This poem actually conveys a message to the readers.
So the women who stuck flowers on their breasts thought they were expressing support but were actually garlanding them for the slaughter like the heifer in Keats' 'Ode to a Grecian Urn'. Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp Winked to the guard. So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went. There is an undercurrent in this poem acknowledges this. Maybe Owen is trying to convey the mixed, uncertain feelings and lives that can change so quickly, with a mixed, uncertain rhyme scheme.
GradeSaver, 29 July 2010 Web. Note how this send-off seems to be greeted almost with indifference by the likes of the porter and the tramp as the narrator suggests that there is almost something secretive about the departure. Owen seems to have distrusted public emotion and felt that the highly-organised displays which have just ended can only obstruct true communication between people, and clear thought. A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,May creep back, silent, to still village wellsUp half-known roads. There is a strong suggestion this is meant sarcastically.
They are not owned by anybody. The narrator also uses the word wreathes to describe the flowers that women used to pin to the chests of their husbands. Why do they look like dead men? It's just the type of send-off She most likely would have planned - The audience attentive, Not a chance of getting panned. Focusing on the return in this last stanza gives the poem a nice semblance of coming full circle. But the scenes upon return bear a stark contrast to the suggested merriment in the first stanza.
Fear that, with me, never again will you be near, except that is, in all the memories I hold so dear. Copyright © Year Posted 2014. In this poem, Owen conveys to us that the soldiers are being sent to their doom. For 'Their breasts were struck all white' the verb 'struck' adding brutality in sound and sense. It happened and your send off was in a shower of tear drops, sentiments that represent all that I fear.