DULCE ET DECORUM EST, PRO PATRIA MORI ?

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

(O Wilfred Owen έχει αναγνωριστεί ως ο μεγαλύτερος Άγγλος ποιητής του 1ου Π.Π.)

(Εδώ μια εξαιρετική απαγγελία από τον Christopher Eccleston)

[…]

Άντρες υπνοβατούν. Πολλοί χωρίς άρβυλα πατούν,

βαδίζοντας μ’ αιμάτινα παπούτσια. Κουτσοί, τυφλοί,

μέσα στης κόπωσης τη μέθη, κουφοί ακόμη και στο σφύριγμα

των οβίδων που πίσω τους πια, σκίζουν τη γη.

[…]

Αέρια! Αέρια! Χέρια τινάζονται, γρήγορα παιδιά!

Τις μάσκες μας αμέσως, όσο έχουμε καιρό!

Μα κάποιος ακόμη ουρλιάζει και παραπατά,

σφαδάζει σαν μέσα σε φλόγες ή ασβέστη καυτερό.

[…]

Αν μπορείς ν’ ακούσεις, με κάθε τίναγμα, το αίμα του ζεστό

ν’ αναπηδά απ’ τα’ αφρισμένα πνευμόνια του που λιώνουν,

αισχρό σαν τον καρκίνο, σαν το ξινόχορτο πικρό,

ν’ ανοίγει άγριες, ανίατες πληγές στις γλώσσες των αθώων.

Φίλε μου, τότε, με τέτοιο ζήλο δε θα έβγαινες να λες

σε παιδιά που ανίδεα λαχταρούν να τους δοθεί το δόρυ

το παλαιόθεν ψεύδος: Dulce et Decorum est

pro patria mori.

(Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori: Είναι γλυκό και ωραίο να πεθαίνεις για την πατρίδα)

Και το πρωτότυπο κείμενο

DULCE ET DECORUM EST(1)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs

And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)

Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.

Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,

And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .

Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

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(12)

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)

To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est

Pro patria mori.(15)

Wilfred Owen

Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917  and March, 1918

Notes on Dulce et Decorum Est

1.  DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country.

2.  Flares - rockets which were sent up to burn with a brilliant glare to light up men and other targets in the area between the front lines (See illustration, page 118 of Out in the Dark.) 

3.  Distant rest - a camp away from the front line where exhausted soldiers might rest for a few days, or longer 

4.  Hoots - the noise made by the shells rushing through the air 

5.  Outstripped - outpaced, the soldiers have struggled beyond the reach of these shells which are now falling behind them as they struggle away from the scene of battle  

 6.  Five-Nines - 5.9 calibre explosive shells 

7.  Gas! -  poison gas. From the symptoms it would appear to be chlorine or phosgene gas. The filling of the lungs with fluid had the same effects as when a person drowned

8.  Helmets -  the early name for gas masks 

9.  Lime - a white chalky substance which can burn live tissue 

10.  Panes - the glass in the eyepieces of the gas masks 

11.  Guttering - Owen probably meant flickering out like a candle or gurgling like water draining down a gutter, referring to the sounds in the throat of the choking man, or it might be a sound partly like stuttering and partly like gurgling 

12.  Cud - normally the regurgitated grass that cows chew usually green and bubbling. Here a similar looking material was issuing from the soldier's mouth 

13.  High zest - idealistic enthusiasm, keenly believing in the rightness of the idea 

14.  ardent - keen 

15.  Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - see note 1 above