Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

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

‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
‘He’s a cheery old card,’ grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.

. . . .
But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

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