I’m not a huge fan of poetry, not by a long way. However this semester, studying some of the modernist war poets was intriguing. I was especially affected by Wilfred Owens Dulce et Decorum Est. He painted a picture, albeit gruesome, that was truthful to his experience with mere words. Pulling the imagination into experiencing the horror that he had and going against the more conventional patriotic, war glorifying poems of his time.