Exposure - Wilfred Owen

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ranks of grey, But nothing happens. Ce man whizand colour battlefield fieless. was also grey. Aligus nature with the enemy. Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence. Sibilanc mimicks bullets Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow. -Snow usually white (puinity Plying. With sidelong flowing flakes that flock, pause, and renew, Now black, Revilor death) 20 We watch them wandering up and down the wind's Alliteraction emphasises the relentlessness of the snow. But nothing happens. Snowflakes are personified- 7 maliciously during for Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces-the med. We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, Half-rhyme creates a link between current situation Deep into grassier ditches. So we drowse, sun-dozed, and dreams of the past. snow-dazed, Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses. - Is it that we are dying?→Another question, possibly answering ・they'r die. ''on' Slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires, glozed Assonance of long Sounds makes the ained journey seem long aidd painfu offers them no warmth- 30 With crusted dark-red jewels; crickets jingle there; For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs; Fire Shutters and doors, all closed: on us the doors are closed, they look like jewels precious but cold. "Cesura creates a duasion We turn back to our dying. on each time reflects how the men are shut out their homes. Also shows soldies concern that people back home are losing Since we believe not otherwise can kind tires burn: 35 Nor ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit. 3achtiging themselves in → They believe they are interest. For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid; Order for life at home to be preserved. Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born, § For love of God seems dying. Could mean that this love for " Cod is dying, or Cody love to them Tonight, this frost will fasten on this mud and us, 36 Shrivelling many hands, puckering foreheads crisp.Vivid image of what exposure to the cold does to their 3 f bodies. The burying-party, picks and shovels in shaking grasp, Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice,taphor refers the eyes of But nothing happens. the living and they dead man vivid description of How the Final stanza ends the same as been overpowered by nature first stanza, suggesting that even Hints that living med are no death doesn't change anything longer able to feel any emotion; Themes Power of nature. ☆ Effects of conflict * Reality of conflict Loss and absence