Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

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