Loss in the many forms it takes is a common theme in literacy texts, leading readers to reflect on the meaning of life. and the hope that was lost. In “Disabled” by Wilfred Owen and “Out, out” by Robert Frost, this theme evokes even more sadness in the reader as the loss is tragic because the victims are young people, who have had their whole lives ahead of them and whose Lives were then wasted needlessly. This essay will focus on how both poets highlight the tragedy of this loss of a young life by examining the nature of the loss, the heartlessness of others, and the context in which this occurs. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get an original essay The two poems present very different types of tragic loss of young lives. The young boy in "Out, Out" suffers what appears to be a fortuitous accident, his hand being cut by the rumbling "buzz saw." Yet from the beginning, Frost implies that a sinister force is present; the circular saw is presented as both an inhuman, unfeeling machine and an evil force, "snarling" like a wild beast waiting to attack its prey which, in this case, is the boy. When the boy's sister announces "Supper," with terrifying speed, the saw, "As if to prove that the saws knew what supper meant, jumped on the boy's hand or seemed to jump - he must have given him the hand. The horrible implication is that the saw was waiting for the signal to pounce like a wild animal on its prey and literally “devour” the boy. Even more frightening, expressions of uncertainty such as “as if,” “seemed,” and “should have” deliberately create a feeling of uncertainty. The speaker leaves the reader to decide whether the boy was the tragic victim of a plot of fate to destroy his young life before it had barely begun as he is always called "the boy" or This is a completely meaningless accident. , a total waste of a young life. The tragic loss in “Disabled” is equally horrific, as it was brought about by a deliberate action of the young man himself. He was seduced by the propaganda portraying the First World War as some kind of glamorous adventure. “He thought of the jeweled hilts for the daggers in the checkered socks; intelligent greetings; And the care of weapons; and go; and pay arrears. » Completely ignorant of the horrors of trench warfare, barbed wire and poison gas, he imagines that war is a kind of history novel. The remark about "daggers in plaid socks" suggests that he might have been thinking of romantic war stories that a child fantasizes about in his youth. He also imagined war as a kind of sport: “Once, he liked to get a blood stain on his leg, after matches. » In his ignorance, he equates his sporting scratch and the injuries he might suffer in wartime. Therefore, there is a sense of cruel irony in the fact that his wound was indeed a leg wound but one that drained his blood, destroying his life - "And a jet of purple gushed from his thigh." What makes this so tragic is that it is only after he becomes disabled that he realizes that his pride has misled him: "Someone said he would look like a god in a kilt ". Here again we see that in his imagination the poor innocent boy thought the war was going to be an adventure and not a barbaric bloodbath. What makes the loss in both poems so tragic is the contempt shown towards the.