Siegfried Sassoon Poems
- Suicide In The Trenches I knew a simple soldier boy Who ...
- Aftermath Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events ...
- Does It Matter? Does it matter? -losing your legs? For ...
- “the Rank Stench Of Those Bodi...
- A Child's Prayer For Morn, my dome of blue, For Meadows, ...
- Ancient History Adam, a brown old vulture in the ...
- Attack AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild...
Siegfried Sassoon was perhaps the most innocent of the war poets. John Hildebidle has called Sassoon the "accidental hero." Born into a wealthy Jewish family in 1886, Sassoon lived the pastoral life of a young squire: fox-hunting, playing cricket, golfing and writing romantic verses.
Being an innocent, Sassoon's reaction to the realities of the war were all the more bitter and violent -- both his reaction through his poetry and his reaction on the battlefield (where, after the death of fellow officer David Thomas and his brother Hamo at Gallipoli, Sassoon earned the nickname "Mad Jack" for his near-suicidal exploits against the German lines -- in the early ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
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.