Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

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