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. Middle-Ages 3/31/2010
8. Solar Eclipse 3/31/2010
9. The Portrait 3/31/2010
10. Before Day 3/31/2010
11. Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance 3/31/2010
12. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
13. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
14. Today 1/3/2003
15. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
16. The Road To Ruin 3/31/2010
17. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
18. The Triumph 3/31/2010
19. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
20. South Wind 1/3/2003
21. Morning-Land 1/3/2003
22. Storm And Sunlight 1/3/2003
23. Prelude: The Troops 3/31/2010
24. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
25. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
26. Editorial Impressions 1/3/2003
27. The Heritage 1/3/2003
28. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
29. Invocation 1/3/2003
30. Nimrod In September 1/3/2003
31. Song-Books Of The War 1/3/2003
32. Villon 1/3/2003
33. The Working Party 1/3/2003
34. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
35. Dream-Forest 1/3/2003
36. Dryads 1/3/2003
37. The Investiture 1/3/2003
38. Slumber-Song 1/3/2003
39. Idyll 1/3/2003
40. The Redeemer 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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Concert Party

(EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP)


They are gathering round....
Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand,
Shoals of low-jargoning men drift inward to the sound—
The jangle and throb of a piano ... tum-ti-tum...
Drawn by a lamp, they come
Out of the glimmering lines of their tents, over the shuffling sand.

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