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. Middle-Ages 3/31/2010
6. Before Day 3/31/2010
7. The Road 3/31/2010
8. The Rear-Guard 3/31/2010
9. The Triumph 3/31/2010
10. Prelude: The Troops 3/31/2010
11. The Portrait 3/31/2010
12. Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance 3/31/2010
13. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
14. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
15. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
16. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
17. The Road To Ruin 3/31/2010
18. Solar Eclipse 3/31/2010
19. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
20. Invocation 1/3/2003
21. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
22. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
23. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
24. The Fathers 1/3/2003
25. Villon 1/3/2003
26. The Heritage 1/3/2003
27. South Wind 1/3/2003
28. Wraiths 1/3/2003
29. The Hero 3/31/2010
30. Today 1/3/2003
31. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
32. Storm And Sunlight 1/3/2003
33. Dream-Forest 1/3/2003
34. The Investiture 1/3/2003
35. Editorial Impressions 1/3/2003
36. The Working Party 1/3/2003
37. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
38. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
39. The Hawthorn Tree 1/3/2003
40. Stand-To: Good Friday Morning 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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