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{{Poem|author=Wilfred Owen|date=1917}}
''Wilfred Owen’s “Apologia Pro Poemate Meo” (1917) redefines beauty, love, and divinity through the brutal lens of World War I. Written as a defense of the poet’s vision (“apologia” means “a justification”), the poem transforms the fellowship of soldiers and the horror of battle into a paradoxical form of sacred communion.''
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I, too, saw God through mud—
{{sp}}{{sp}}The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled.
{{sp}}{{sp}}War brought more glory to their eyes than blood,
{{sp}}{{sp}}And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

Merry it was to laugh there— {{ln|5}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}Where death becomes absurd and life absurder.
{{sp}}{{sp}}For power was on us as we slashed bones bare
{{sp}}{{sp}}Not to feel sickness or remorse of murder.

I, too, have dropped off Fear—
{{sp}}{{sp}}Behind the barrage, dead as my platoon, {{ln|10}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}And sailed my spirit surging, light and clear,
{{sp}}{{sp}}Past the entanglement where hopes lay strewn;

And witnessed exultation—
{{sp}}{{sp}}Faces that used to curse me, scowl for scowl,
{{sp}}{{sp}}Shine and lift up with passion of oblation, {{ln|15}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}Seraphic for an hour; though they were foul.

I have made fellowships—
{{sp}}{{sp}}Untold of happy lovers in old song.
{{sp}}{{sp}}For love is not the binding of fair lips
{{sp}}{{sp}}With the soft silk of eyes that look and long, {{ln|20}}

But Joy, whose ribbon slips,—
{{sp}}{{sp}}But wound with war’s hard wire whose stakes are strong;
{{sp}}{{sp}}Bound with the bandage of the arm that drips;
{{sp}}{{sp}}Knit in the welding of the rifle-thong.

I have perceived much beauty {{ln|25}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight;
{{sp}}{{sp}}Heard music in the silentness of duty;
{{sp}}{{sp}}Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.

Nevertheless, except you share
{{sp}}{{sp}}With them in hell the sorrowful dark of hell, {{ln|30}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}Whose world is but the trembling of a flare,
{{sp}}{{sp}}And heaven but as the highway for a shell,

You shall not hear their mirth:
{{sp}}{{sp}}You shall not come to think them well content
{{sp}}{{sp}}By any jest of mine. These men are worth {{ln|35}}
{{sp}}{{sp}}Your tears: You are not worth their merriment. 
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==Introduction and Context==
Wilfred Owen composed “Apologia Pro Poemate Meo” in late 1917, shortly before his return to the Western Front, where he would be killed the following year. The title—Latin for “A Defense of My Poem”—signals Owen’s attempt to justify both his artistic purpose and his portrayal of war’s grotesque intimacy. Like many of his poems, it was first published posthumously in 1920 in ''Poems'', edited by Siegfried Sassoon. Owen (1893–1918), who described himself as a poet of “pity,” here explores not only the horror but also the strange exaltation that emerges among men who share trauma, fear, and love under fire.

In “Apologia Pro Poemate Meo,” Owen grapples with the paradox of finding divinity and tenderness within violence. “I, too, saw God through mud” immediately subverts conventional notions of purity by locating spiritual vision in filth and suffering. The poem’s recurring assertion of “I, too” suggests both confession and solidarity—Owen identifies himself with the soldiers whose laughter, courage, and degradation he records. His use of religious and erotic language—“love,” “passion of oblation,” “seraphic for an hour”—transforms the comradeship of the trenches into a form of sacrificial worship, blurring boundaries between sanctity and sin.

The poem’s diction alternates between lyric elevation and brutal candor, reflecting the tension between moral transcendence and physical decay. The closing lines—“These men are worth / Your tears. You are not worth their merriment.”—reject sentimental consolation and assert the moral gulf between the soldiers’ authentic suffering and civilian complacency, confronting readers with the ethical cost of empathy from afar. Stylistically, the poem mixes traditional rhyme and irregular meter, mirroring the disruption of both faith and form. Its tone is neither patriotic nor despairing but deeply ambivalent—a meditation on how art can bear witness to beauty born of horror.

Historically, “Apologia Pro Poemate Meo” belongs to Owen’s most mature phase, alongside “[[Dulce Et Decorum Est]]” and “[[Strange Meeting]].” It represents his effort to reconcile poetic vocation with moral conscience, insisting that truth in poetry requires confronting, not concealing, atrocity. For contemporary readers, the poem remains provocative in its insistence that love and violence coexist in human experience—and that poetry’s task is not to resolve this contradiction, but to reveal it.

==Questions for Consideration==
# How does Owen’s title—“Apologia Pro Poemate Meo”—shape your understanding of the poem’s purpose? What is the poet defending?
# In what ways does the opening line “I, too, saw God through mud” challenge traditional religious imagery? How does it redefine spiritual vision?
# The poem equates comradeship in war with love and sacrifice. How does Owen’s use of religious and erotic language complicate this relationship?
# Consider Owen’s use of paradox—joy in horror, beauty in decay, faith in despair. How does this tension reflect his broader poetic vision?
# How does the poem’s structure (rhymed yet irregular) contribute to its emotional effect? What might the shifting form symbolize?
# Research the influence of Siegfried Sassoon on Owen’s work at Craiglockhart. How might their friendship have shaped the spiritual and moral tone of this poem?
# Compare Owen’s depiction of love here with his portrayal of pity in “[[Dulce Et Decorum Est]]” or “[[Strange Meeting]].” How do these emotional responses differ?
# What is the significance of Owen’s repeated claim, “I, too”? Does it suggest confession, solidarity, or something else?
# How does the poem’s conclusion—“Man through his tears shall earn his joy of night”—balance despair with hope? Do you find it convincing?
# How does this poem expand or challenge our understanding of what war poetry can express beyond protest or description?

==Journal Prompts==
# Reflect on the idea of finding “God through mud.” What might that metaphor mean to you personally? Can beauty or meaning emerge from suffering?
# Owen writes of discovering love and fellowship among men at war. How does this contrast with more traditional representations of love in poetry?
# Research the phrase “Apologia Pro Vita Sua” by John Henry Newman, which Owen echoes in his title. How does Owen’s adaptation shift the meaning from religious to artistic defense?
# Write about a time when you found unexpected strength, grace, or empathy in a difficult or painful situation. How might that relate to Owen’s vision of redemption through hardship?
# Compare the tone of this poem with “[[Dulce Et Decorum Est]].” How does Owen’s treatment of war evolve from condemnation to complex spiritual reflection?
# Imagine you are one of Owen’s fellow soldiers reading this poem. How might you respond to his depiction of your shared experiences?
# The poem suggests that love and violence can coexist. Do you agree with Owen’s implication? What ethical or emotional conflicts does this raise for you?
# Research the concept of “pity” in Owen’s letters and prefaces. How does this poem illustrate his belief that “the poetry is in the pity”?
# Consider writing a short creative response to Owen—either a modern “apologia” for your own view of art and suffering, or a letter to Owen reflecting on his defense of poetry.
# Discuss whether “Apologia Pro Poemate Meo” feels more like a prayer, a confession, or a testimony. What effect does this tone have on your reading?

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