Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

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