Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

1. Sporting Acquaintances 3/31/2010
2. Christ And The Soldier 11/25/2014
3. The Road 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 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. Ex-Service 3/31/2010
12. The Road To Ruin 3/31/2010
13. Today 1/3/2003
14. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
15. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
16. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
17. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
18. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
19. Villon 1/3/2003
20. South Wind 1/3/2003
21. Invocation 1/3/2003
22. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
23. The Hawthorn Tree 1/3/2003
24. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
25. The Rear-Guard 3/31/2010
26. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
27. The Heritage 1/3/2003
28. Wraiths 1/3/2003
29. Morning-Land 1/3/2003
30. Two Hundred Years After 1/3/2003
31. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
32. The Investiture 1/3/2003
33. Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance 3/31/2010
34. The Redeemer 1/3/2003
35. Editorial Impressions 1/3/2003
36. The Working Party 1/3/2003
37. Wonderment 1/3/2003
38. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
39. Stand-To: Good Friday Morning 1/3/2003
40. Tree And Sky 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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I Stood With The Dead

I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill:
'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'.

On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace
I stared for a while through the thin cold rain...
'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,
'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.'

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