The poem is remarkable for its sound symbolism. The sounds of the guns and rifles are echoed by the words like monstrous, anger, stuttering, rifle, rapid, rattle, patter hasty orisons, demented, and the like, all of which contain sounds like /r/ /d/ /t/, etc. The alliteration imitates the sound of the bullets blowing in the battlefield. In the sestet there is no sound of war but a vast funeral service for the dead soldiers. The poet asserts that there is no need for candles. The candles are replaced by the glimmering tears in the eyes of beloveds. Their glimmering tears become the candles for the funeral services. The flowers come from the tenderness of patient minds. A drawing of curtain symbolizes the darkness or the passing of the sun. The sestet concerns with different insight. It pictures the melancholy state of the mind of the beloved who thinks of her dead lover. She sees her fate caste with darkness.
Owen began writing poetry before the war; he was influenced by romantic poets such as John Keats and Shelley. However, it was during the war that he really found his voice and purpose as a poet. In many ways he was considered the best war poet of his generation for his gritty realism and poignant contrast between idealism and reality. His best known poems such as “Anthem for Doomed Youth”, “Futility”, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”, ” The Parable of the Old Men and the Young” and “Strange Meeting”. have become symbols of the tragedy and futility of the First World War.
With some help from Sassoon, Owen was soon writing brilliant, biting poems, including "Anthem for Doomed Youth," which was published posthumously in 1920. In Britain (and in much of the world), talk of the war was steeped in a jingoism that hid the realities of what was going on. (By the way, jingoism refers to the following attitude: "Our country is the greatest ever! Our enemies are vile and worthless! Let's go smash 'em good! Dying for your country is holy and glorious! Hurrah!") But "Anthem for Doomed Youth," along with Owen's other poems, brings the reader right into the normally hidden senselessness of this fighting, and the brutality, too. And the poems hold that horror-filled image up next to the more patriotic versions of war we get at home, so the reader could see how different, and how terrible, war truly is.