Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

At Carnoy - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Down in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade
Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow
I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,
And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low.
Crouched among thistle-tufts I’ve watched the glow
Of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;
And I’m content. To-morrow we must go
To take some cursèd Wood ... O world God made!


July 3rd, 1916.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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