Context of Disabled by Wilfred Owen
Context of Disabled by Wilfred Owen
Context of Disabled by Wilfred Owen
CONTEXT
The poem ‘Disabled’ was written while its author was a patient at Craiglockhart War
Hospital in Scotland. Owen had been sent to Craiglockhart after being diagnosed with
‘neurasthenia’ (‘shell-shock’). It was here that he met his fellow poet Siegfried Sassoon, who
was also a patient.
The writer Robert Graves, who had come to the hospital to visit Sassoon, read ‘Disabled’ and
praised it highly. As an anti-war poem, ‘Disabled’ is moving and powerful, but when looked
at for its portrayal of disability, it is extremely problematic, invoking as it does familiar
disablist tropes of asexuality, helplessness and hopelessness.
The poem has an omniscient narrator, who tells the story of the central character, an unnamed
ex-soldier, who has returned from the Great War with severe and life-changing injuries:
These few lines paint a melancholy picture, both of the extent of the soldier’s injuries (he
appears to have lost at least three, and possibly four limbs), and also of his isolation – in
describing him as ‘waiting for dark’ Owen suggests that he has nothing and no-one to distract
him from his thoughts or to help him fill time.
As the poem continues, Owen builds upon the sense of loss and despair that he has created,
leaving the reader in no doubt that, before the soldier received his injuries, his life had been
full of excitement, promise, and hope:
Since being invalided out of the army and sent back to hospital in Britain, however, the
soldier’s prospects (particularly of being the object of a girl’s romantic desires) have
vanished:
These lines make it clear that Owen wants to show that enforced celibacy will now be the
soldier’s lot, and that if anyone does look at him, it will only be as an object of pity. This
impression is reinforced in the final lines of the poem:
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?
(lines 40-46)
Though this final stanza, like the rest of the poem, is extremely moving, it is also highly
problematic. Owen portrays the soldier in such a way as to leave the reader in absolutely no
doubt that, now he is disabled, all the things that made his life fulfilling and enjoyable are
irretrievably lost.
There are two points to bear in mind here. Firstly, Owen himself had seen much front-line
service, and furthermore he wrote ‘Disabled’ whilst a patient in a military hospital.
Consequently, he would have been well aware of the kinds of life-changing injuries that
soldiers invalided out of the Great War could receive.
Secondly, Owen was a highly political poet, who was – or who, at least, became – a
passionate critic of the Great War. In his other poetry – most notably in works like ‘Dulce et
Decorum Est’ – he raged against the lies that he insisted had induced young men in their
millions to join the armed forces, to fight and die for their country.
One of Owen’s most famous pronouncements was ‘My subject is War, and the pity of War.
The poetry is in the Pity’. By this he meant that war was the ultimate evil, subverting all the
values that human beings might hold dear – values such as goodness, justice, compassion.
In this way the maimed soldier in ‘Disabled’ is an emblematic figure – one who shows the
terrible cost of war. But as Disability Studies academics and activists have shown, to afford
disabled characters a purely emblematic status is both to shield oneself from the reality of
continuing to live life and exist in the world with an impairment, and to adopt an overly
fatalistic attitude to the difficulties – both physical and psychological – that someone with an
impairment may experience.
Throughout the poem, for example, Owen impresses upon the reader the soldier’s isolation:
he has no-one with him, he has no prospects, he will never be a husband or father, the only
gazes he will attract will be ones of pity or embarrassment.
In this way Owen leaves the image of the maimed ex-soldier hanging, as if in aspic. He is a
monument to Owen’s hatred of war, but he does not exist as a real human being. This
squeamish refusal to consider how life might continue once someone has acquired a severe
impairment arguably persists in our own times with the widespread support for assisted
suicide, the adherents of which claim to be motivated by compassion and respect for personal
freedom, but who may in reality be hampered by a refusal to consider seriously how life may
be lived in a different way.