Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

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