Wilfred Owen's World War One poem describing his experience in trench warfare
Opening stanza
Poet explains how the soldiers' brains are aching in the freezing cold wind
Soldiers are tired but have to stay awake on watch
Flares flying through the air confuse their memories of their position
Soldiers are worried by the lack of sound, they whisper, they're scared but nothing happens
Rest of the poem
Follows the same format as the opening stanza
Poet begins to question the point of it all
Ultimately Owen determines the soldiers are there because they believe going to war is the only way to ensure a loving domestic life will continue for their children
Wilfred Owen was born in 1893, joined the British army in 1915, and died in battle on November 4th, 1918
Owen originally pursued a career in the church but gave up on that when he felt the church failed to care for those in its locality
Owen's poetry
Often focused on the futility or pointlessness of war
Wants readers to understand the intensity of waiting during battle and the anticlimactic letdown when nothing happens
Soldiers lived on adrenaline for long periods of time resulting in shell shock and combat stress reaction
Structure of each stanza
Begins with a blunt and powerful sentence
Followed by highly emotive vocabulary choices
Ends with an anti-climax: "but nothing happens"
Rhyme scheme
a b b a c
Reflects the building momentum and anticipation of battle which is never realized
Repetitive nature reflects the repetitive and futile situation the soldiers are in
Pararhyme
Two end of line words contain the same consonant sounds but not the same vowels
Gives a permanent sense of being nervously on edge
Soldiers are denied the satisfaction of full rhyme, forced to be incomplete and imperfect
Personification
Weather is presented as more dangerous than the less deadly bullets
Highlights how nature is more deadly than the enemy soldiers
Ending
Contrasts with the refrain "but nothing happens"
Creates a cyclical structure, highlighting the futility of war
Comparison to other poems
Bayonet Charge, The Charge of the Light Brigade, Remains, War Photographer