Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

1. Christ And The Soldier 11/25/2014
2. Ex-Service 3/31/2010
3. The Road 3/31/2010
4. In An Underground Dressing Station 3/31/2010
5. Sporting Acquaintances 3/31/2010
6. Middle-Ages 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. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
14. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
15. The Rear-Guard 3/31/2010
16. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
17. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
18. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
19. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
20. Today 1/3/2003
21. Villon 1/3/2003
22. Invocation 1/3/2003
23. The Working Party 1/3/2003
24. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
25. Thrushes 1/3/2003
26. The Fathers 1/3/2003
27. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
28. The Heritage 1/3/2003
29. South Wind 1/3/2003
30. Wraiths 1/3/2003
31. Morning-Land 1/3/2003
32. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
33. On Passing The New Menin Gate 3/31/2010
34. Prelude: The Troops 3/31/2010
35. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
36. The Hawthorn Tree 1/3/2003
37. The Investiture 1/3/2003
38. The Redeemer 1/3/2003
39. Editorial Impressions 1/3/2003
40. The Road 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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The Hawthorn Tree

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

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