Asleep Comments

Wilfred too the long sleep himself and never came home. He came home for a while but was sent back into battle and died there near the end of the WWI.

Well I'm falling 'asleep' reading this

Well I'm falling 'asleep'

me this is good(Owen's on fire 'sing it')

I take wickets for fun

this was a ripper of a poem thanks Will

I love this poem I am 11years old

The poem grew love of motherland this is a nice poem

I think it’s a really nice poem I’m also only 11

its dreadful listen to mans not hot! ! ! big shaq

I love this poem even though i am a kid only 11. Love Wilfred Owen especially Dulce et decorem est

The hardships meted out a soldier and finally sleeps a wonderful imagination and eye opening against the war and loss thereafter.Also a symbolic poem with such meanings.

In this poem one thing to be noted..work continuously to earn and take care of his family..it is responsibility envisaged to us..We are responsible....Second part - tired we sleep- -slumber or death more we tired more we feel sleepy..Age is a weight like thing we are tired to carry and sleep for ever...helmet is symbolized as safety..yet when night comes we fall asleep nice one

I like this one, its Good

So many of such innocent ones Laid their heads on snow and grass Marking their fall by streaks of red In every war that extracted its toll in human blood

This is an excellent poem on sleep & work. Man slogs throughout his life to maintain his family, parents and others dfependent on him.At the end of the day, he becomes dog tired and sleeps under his helmet, just as a shouldier.Sometimes, the man or the military man may be dead, exhausting his time on this earth. Manohar Bhatia.

Excellent a poem.Congratulations.

Life of hard working men ends so finally which is well said by Wilfred Owen in a simple way! He works ever and sleeps finally! But others never sleep and one day wake to see to say alas for his loss! This is the world life we should know! Wonderful poem!

He sleeps. He sleeps less tremulous, less cold, Than we who wake, and waking say Alas! ..... MUCH FOR OUR HELPLESSNESS. Great work.

Wilfred Owen, along with Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke, is one of the great poetic chroniclers of WW1. His work (e.g. with slant rhymes, etc) was innovative, and worthy of study today. His death, and Keats', at a tragically early age, I consider to be among the greatest losses English poetry has ever suffered.