Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

1. Christ And The Soldier 11/25/2014
2. Sporting Acquaintances 3/31/2010
3. Ex-Service 3/31/2010
4. In An Underground Dressing Station 3/31/2010
5. The Road 3/31/2010
6. The Rear-Guard 3/31/2010
7. Before Day 3/31/2010
8. The Portrait 3/31/2010
9. The Road To Ruin 3/31/2010
10. Solar Eclipse 3/31/2010
11. The Triumph 3/31/2010
12. Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance 3/31/2010
13. Today 1/3/2003
14. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
15. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
16. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
17. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
18. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
19. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
20. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
21. Villon 1/3/2003
22. South Wind 1/3/2003
23. The Hero 3/31/2010
24. On Passing The New Menin Gate 3/31/2010
25. Invocation 1/3/2003
26. The Working Party 1/3/2003
27. The Hawthorn Tree 1/3/2003
28. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
29. Thrushes 1/3/2003
30. The Fathers 1/3/2003
31. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
32. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
33. The Heritage 1/3/2003
34. Morning-Land 1/3/2003
35. Two Hundred Years After 1/3/2003
36. Wraiths 1/3/2003
37. Storm And Sunlight 1/3/2003
38. Dream-Forest 1/3/2003
39. The Investiture 1/3/2003
40. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Siegfried Sassoon

Suicide In The Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

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I Stood With The Dead

I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill:
'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'.

On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace
I stared for a while through the thin cold rain...
'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,
'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.'

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