War poetry refers to a poem written by either an active combatant or a civilian during an era of war
War poetry refers to a poem written by either an active combatant or a civilian during an era of war. The majority of war poems were written during World War 1 and were a way to escape the very real danger of trench warfare. Poets such as: Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke and many more depict through experience a true scene of what it was like in war and how they were affected.
In xxxx, name wrote the war poem Strange Meeting. Name was a ……. He wrote this poem where did he write this poem, what was he doing at the time he wrote the poem, what can you speculate about who this man was, what was world war 1 – who was he fighting against and why
Strange Meeting was published almost two years after Owen’s death. It was written based on his own experiences in war. The poem is about reconciliation. In the poem a solider finds himself in a dream-like area, which the speaker identifies as Hell in line 10. The speaker talks to a man, who he later finds out is a man he had killed recently. The two converse and begin to develop a mutual understanding of one another as they have very similar thoughts and interpretations of the world around them.
The poem’s setting is immediately described in the first stanza. Owen establishes the ambiguity of the place with the first two words ‘It seemed’, instantly adding a feeling of uncertainty. It is said to be in a place away from battle. The speaker describes it as a place down a profound and dull tunnel. Which seems to have existed for a long time and is made of granite, a particularly coarse mineral. So far, we can picture a cave, isolated from the outside world.
In the second stanza, we are introduced to sleeping people, who are assumed to be soldiers. The speaker describes them as being either dead or locked in thought. One ‘springs up’ with piteous recognition. Suggesting that he (the soldier) recognises the speaker. Next Owen starts the line with ‘his dead smile’, and this is an oxymoron as dead people do not smile. This adds to the uncertainty of the poem because why would