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Poetry Analysis: Disabled, Wilfred Owen.

24 Mar

This is a poem done on request for Manda. Hope you and all others who are looking for it find it useful.

Disabled

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls’ waists are, or how warm their subtle hands.
All of them touch him like some queer disease.

There was an artist silly for his face,
For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now, he is old; his back will never brace;
He’s lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race
And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.

One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg,
After the matches, carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he’d drunk a peg,
He thought he’d better join. – He wonders why.
Someone had said he’d look a god in kilts,
That’s why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts
He asked to join. He didn’t have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years.

Germans he scarcely thought of; all their guilt,
And Austria’s, did not move him. And no fears
Of Fear came yet. He drought of jewelled hills
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then enquired about his soul.

Now, he will spend a few sick years in institutes,
And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
Tonight he noticed how the women’s eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don’t they come
And put him into bed? Why don’t they come?

Wilfred Owen

Analysis:

Owen’s ‘Disabled’ explores the effects of war on those who live through it by comparing the present life of an injured soldier to his past hopes and accomplishments.

The first stanza starts with the depressing description of a lone man sitting in a wheelchair, in a park, being unable to walk or indulge in any of the activities involving exercise going around him. His is dressed formally, but his suit is cut at the waist, which shows that he has lost his legs, and he waits helplessly, listening to the voices of young children which sadden him, as they remind him of something he can’t ever have again.
Then he remembers what his life had been like before his injury: at this time of the night, after the work had been done for the day, the town had come to life at night. He remembers how the streets used to light up and how the girls would become more inviting and alluring. He regrets losing his legs, for he knows that he will never again dance holding a woman, or feel their soft slight touches, as they now only touch him out of pity, like as if he is a strange abnormality in their normal life.
He remembers once there was such vitality, such sheer life in him that an artist had been insistent on drawing his face, for just a year ago, it spoke of innocence and clarity of heart. But now his face has become withered with experience and sorrow, and he can’t even support himself, both literally and figuratively. He has become pale, as if all his life had been leached out of him through the wound on his thighs, and he feels that half of his life is already over.
He remembers how before he had become disabled, he had been a renowned football player, and had been proud of the blood smear on his leg which had resulted from a match, and how the crowd had carried him on their shoulders, celebrating his valor and excellence. It was after such a match itself that, drunk on alcohol, pride and his success, he had thought first of enlisting in the army, just to appear more manlike to the ladies as someone had suggested he would look dashing in a uniform. Thus out of mere pride and vanity, had he joined the war, even going as far as to lie about his age: a fact that shows one that the ex-soldier in discussion might still be a very young man, maybe only in his early twenties.
The motive behind joining the war is questioned, as the soldier remembers that he had never ben patriotic enough to care much about the invading Germans or Austrians, and he had been young and naïve enough to not be afraid of fear yet. He had thought only of the distant lands he would travel to; the honor and glory associated with the army; the excitement and exhilaration of holding a gun and hiding a dagger; and the pride of giving a smart salute. He was drafted and sent overseas with much ado; lots of people cheered and celebrated his valor and courage, reminiscent of the football matches he had won.
The soldier is rudely brought back to reality as he remembers how out of the many people who had applauded his departure, few had been there on his return, and all his accomplishments in the war were forgotten as instead of encouraging his deeds, the people pitied his loss, and the fame and glory he had expected were denied him. Only a sole aged man visits him now and inquires about his life and health.
It is now that sitting alone in the park, noticing how women’s eyes pass over him after glancing at him piteously, to men who are still whole and complete, the ex-soldier thinks about his future. He knows he will live in an institute were there will be people to take care for him, and he will do as they say, following their rules to live the rest of his life. He wonders in the end helplessly, that why has no one come looking for him, to put him to bed. It has grown late and cold, but there is nothing the man can do to protect and warm himself, except hope and pray that someone would remember him and take care of him.

Disabled is a potent and strong poem because of mainly the style and structure that Owen has used. Harsh words are used subtly to emphasize meaning behind the poem: the man is wearing a ‘ghastly suit of grey’, showing his morbid and depressed state of mind; sleep ‘mothers’ him from the laughter and noises of young boys, suggesting that he no longer finds the pleasures of life worth living for and prefers the temporary respite sleep provides. He regrets ‘throwing’ away his knees, suggesting and later confirming that the ideas and inspirations behind joining the war were not as patriotic or loyal as they should have been, and his vanity only has now left him a cripple. The girls all touch him like a ‘queer’ disease: the word ‘queer’ had started being used to describe homosexuals, so to think his social standing is the same as those considered, in those times, to be an unnatural blasphemy, is extremely revealing on how people think of disabled people. The imagery of his life bleeding out of him through the wound on his thigh, and the use of the word ‘purple’, a colour denoting life and vitality, shows that the ordeal the soldier had gone through when he had been injured had a deep impact on him, as he no longer feels alive or has any desire to live. The analogy drawn between playing sports and being a soldier in a war, though by no means new, is nevertheless effective. Along with highlighting the egoistic and vain motives the man had for joining the army, it also acts as a reminder to him that his pride had caused him the exact thing he had been proud of: he would never again run in a field or score a winning goal, he would never again be praised for being a hero; only pitied endlessly for being a cripple. The things which he used to boast about: the wounds received in a match, and being carried on the shoulders of his team mates; have become permanent sources of sorrow: he no longer has his legs, and cannot help but be carried around helplessly. This contrast is both chilling and distressing.

The structure of the poem: the frequent switches between present and past and the juxtaposition of remembrance and realization casts a harsh light on everything the soldier has lost. Each stanza starts with describing the soldier’s present conditions and then compares it to his past life, or vice versa. The final stanza however depicts what he thinks his future holds for him: a life lived by rules set by other people, a life of utter dependency and helplessness.

Considering Owen’s own discharge from the army due to neurological problem, the poem carries considerable weight as it must have been written from direct observation. Perhaps this is why the words ring so true: the man in the wheelchair had been no patriotic passionate youth ready to die for his country. Rather he had been, more realistically, a vain and egoistic man seeking glory and recognition through the war, caring only of how he would look in uniform, and how the fairer sex would react to him. There are no medals and endless people doting on him when he returns disfigured and destroyed: there is only a wheelchair, and a few people with pitiful looks. Instead of celebrating his heroism and applauding his contribution to the war, the people all express their sorrow for his loss, making him feel even more unworthy and pathetic.

Something which keeps recurring in his recollections of the life he used to live before the war is his active and successful interaction with women. He was a very appealing figure, lively and exuberant, enjoying all the ladies’ attentions, and living his life to the fullest. Now he is left sexually incompetent and can no longer derive pleasure from the very things which had once been such a comfort to him. The last lines highlight this deplorable state: Gone is the man who used to lead and win matches singlehandedly, and left in his place is a lifeless and hopeless shell who pleads desperately and helplessly for someone to appear and put him to bed.

The poem is one of the most reputed protests against war as it not only shows the meaningless of it, and the wastage of life caused by it, but also highlights the after effects it has on those who live through it and survive it, returning home maimed either physically or troubled mentally, unable to get over the horrors they had seen and experienced. It shows not only the soldiers but also the people they interact with, providing a strong comment on society who considers the man who has sacrificed his very being for his country, to be ‘whole’, and thinks that his disability makes him less of a person than he was before. It is sad to the point of being depressing and frank to the point of being unsettling. It disturbs one, just as it moves one. One sympathizes with the man’s helplessness despite being repelled by his selfishness.

Owen’s Disabled is a force to be reckoned with.

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40 responses to “Poetry Analysis: Disabled, Wilfred Owen.

  1. Munchee

    March 25, 2012 at 9:56 am

    Thank you Hareem for the analysis, this is going to be useful for my English exam! And thanks Manda for requesting it! :)

     
    • har33m

      March 25, 2012 at 2:46 pm

      You’re welcome. I’m glad you find this useful. :)

       
      • outofdaworld

        February 19, 2013 at 3:22 pm

        why did you put this on? just asking. was very helpful. thanks

         
      • har33m

        April 24, 2014 at 8:23 pm

        Why does one help others? I don’t really know actually, I just know a lot of people who felt lost where Literature was concerned so I thought I could maybe help out some of them.

         
  2. Pierre

    March 25, 2012 at 5:36 pm

    Uhm how about the actual rythm structure?

     
    • har33m

      March 26, 2012 at 12:56 am

      Hi,
      The reason I didn’t put in rhyme structure and the likes in the analysis was because the person who had requested it had wanted help with her O levels and had specifically asked me to write it in such a manner that she understands it. Also candidates doing their O levels are not required to know how versification (Stanza form, rhyme and rhythm) effect a poem and help in bringing out it’s meaning.
      However, as you need it here’s the rhyming scheme for Disabled.
      There is a broken rhyming pattern to each stanza. Though there is a clear acbd rhyme in some stanzas, the pattern breaks because of the pauses or elongated words in the middle of the lines: for example, consider the first stanza, the rhyme scheme is clear, dark/park, grey/day, hymn/him. But the pattern breaks, i.e. there isn’t a flow, by the long words in the middle of the line: he shivered in his ‘ghastly’ suit of grey. Also in the third line there is a full stop in the middle, which again breaks the flow. Also there is an internal rhyme which is caused by words which rhyme, such as: play/day (first stanza); Glow-lamps/glanced (second stanza).
      How does this contribute to bringing out the meaning of the poem? The soldier’s utter desolateness and his broken will to live his life, is emphasized by the halting, awkward rhyme. Even the stanzas do not share the same rhyme scheme, highlighting the intended message.
      Hope this helps. :)

       
      • Karan Bhavnani

        February 12, 2013 at 5:46 pm

        That is a brilliant observation. It will really help.

         
  3. Winnie

    May 3, 2012 at 5:38 pm

    Your ideas are great and thanks a ton :)))

     
  4. ashley

    June 2, 2012 at 10:14 am

    Hi i am doing IB english HL and i really liked your analysis! :D very good descriptions!!

     
    • William

      January 31, 2013 at 2:05 am

      Hey, i’m also doing IB English Lit, I have a few analysis of ; “The Next War” “Dolce” “The Sentry” “Anthem” “Mental Cases” “Spring Offensive”, if you have any notes and you want to exchange them let me know.

       
  5. ashley

    June 2, 2012 at 10:15 am

    once i am done analyzing the poem i’d love to post my ideas too(:

     
    • har33m

      June 3, 2012 at 12:03 am

      I’d LOVE that. I’m glad you found my analysis useful and I’ve found that reading multiple analyses of the same work is a great way to understand it in depth, so be a sport and post your comment on the poem too so others who come searching for it also benefit from it. :)

       
  6. sudharma

    June 2, 2012 at 2:46 pm

    Your ideas are great and thanks , your stuff is very useful for me as I have never learn literature before. At the moment I joined to the Sri Lanka Pali and Buddhist University , following a course of English Diploma course. I would like to keep contract with you and have some more guidance if you have time please. I would like to thanks again as I gain lot from you and help me to follow my course the strengthen which you given me .

     
    • har33m

      June 2, 2012 at 11:57 pm

      Thank you for the compliment, I’m glad my work was useful to you. I don’t mind continued contact, I’ll give you my email ID so you know where to reach me. I love to make new friends anytime. :)

       
      • Carl

        September 27, 2012 at 11:46 am

        please add me too for my email. I just did an english presentation and used some of your analysis! thanks! :)

         
      • phophir

        October 28, 2013 at 12:48 am

        I found your analysis very usefu.I am doing my AS levels and I feel very apreciative of your analysis.may u please stay in conact with me through my e-mail :)

         
  7. Iris

    June 5, 2012 at 11:08 pm

    Awesome analysis! :D
    Your writing skills are Ah-Mazing!
    Keep up the good work!

     
    • Simon

      October 6, 2012 at 5:13 pm

      It’s a good analysis, but I disagree that the word queer has any homosexual overtones in this poem. Owen is simply using the conventional meaning of shady or suspect. The girls (presumably nurses) touch him, when they cannot avoid it altogether, as if he has some awful disease – that they might catch.

       
  8. ThorongilAnime

    November 2, 2012 at 4:35 pm

    Thank you for posting this! It was well-written, and it’s very useful to me. It gave me several views on the poem which I had not considered. Thanks!

     
  9. jaa.sach

    November 24, 2012 at 5:22 am

    thank you this hlped me so much :)

     
  10. Hiyam

    December 3, 2012 at 7:35 pm

    Hey,

    Thanks a lot. Your analysis are fascinating. Can I get ur email address too?

     
  11. Tim Johnson

    February 4, 2013 at 11:56 pm

    Great Coverage! A* Work!

     
  12. P.Muthu

    April 16, 2013 at 7:10 pm

    Helo iam muthu disabiled purasn iam one NGO rening SKY FOUNDATION working rural disabiled people Than you

     
    • har33m

      December 2, 2013 at 7:34 pm

      You are welcome and God bless.

       
  13. Mohamed

    April 22, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    thanks har33m . your essay had helped me and made be learn about something. anyway it is useful

     
  14. olorato

    May 8, 2013 at 12:31 pm

    i need more analysis of how poetic devices were used to reveal the meaning. your analysis is great

     
  15. triya

    May 14, 2013 at 8:03 pm

    thnk u guys ….thid is just perfect :-)

     
  16. DC

    May 15, 2013 at 5:22 pm

    It’s good but at one point you said that ‘queer’ in this sense was supposed to be akin to homosexuality… you do know that ‘queer’ means strange, right?

     
  17. lola

    May 17, 2013 at 3:33 pm

    Amazing analysis :D

     
  18. triya

    May 21, 2013 at 8:34 pm

    :-)

     
  19. Fahim

    July 2, 2013 at 2:31 pm

    Thanks for your detailed Analysis …
    It is helping me in my O level preparation…

     
  20. Josie

    July 24, 2013 at 11:49 am

    I have a question about diction. How is diction used in this poem?

     
  21. Yasmin

    September 3, 2013 at 8:29 pm

    Hi, very well worded analysis! I’m in the year of my GCSE’s now and I was wondering if you could possibly write an analysis, similar to this one for “Out, out” by Robert Frost and “The Last Night” (from Charlotte Gray) by Sebastian Faulkes. :D

     
  22. Yasmine A

    September 8, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    This is fantastic. Thank you for posting :)

     
  23. nikki

    September 28, 2013 at 7:41 pm

    good analysis :)
    and can understand perfectly!

     
  24. mynamesmillyy

    November 19, 2013 at 6:23 pm

    thankss :)

     
  25. alie

    January 12, 2014 at 4:44 pm

    Hey I am doing this poem for my english GCSE and while I haven’t used all of your ideas many of you’re points have given me some great ideas about what to write so thanks.

     
  26. dfghjk

    March 26, 2014 at 11:54 pm

    good analysis very useful

     
  27. anonyyy

    April 13, 2014 at 4:26 pm

    hello hareem, thanks foe this , my teacher tells me i write too much like a list but i dont understand as an exam answer is just a series of points with connectives in between

     

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