Categorie archief: Wilfred Owen

Dulce et Decorum Est (Wilfred Owen)

(11-11-11) Bent double, like of 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 … Lees verder

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