Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

1. “the Rank Stench Of Those Bodies Haunts Me Still” 3/31/2010
2. A Child's Prayer 1/3/2003
3. A Letter Home 1/3/2003
4. A Mystic As Soldier 1/3/2003
5. A Poplar And The Moon 1/3/2003
6. A Subaltern 1/3/2003
7. A Wanderer 1/3/2003
8. A Whispered Tale 1/3/2003
9. A Working Party 1/1/2004
10. Absolution 1/3/2003
11. Aftermath 1/3/2003
12. Alone 1/3/2003
13. An Old French Poet 1/3/2003
14. Ancestors 1/3/2003
15. Ancient History 1/3/2003
16. Arcady Unheeding 1/3/2003
17. Arms And The Man 1/3/2003
18. At Carnoy 1/3/2003
19. At Daybreak 1/3/2003
20. At The Cenotaph 3/31/2010
21. Atrocities 3/31/2010
22. Attack 1/3/2003
23. Autumn 1/3/2003
24. Banishment 1/3/2003
25. Base Details 1/3/2003
26. Battalion-Relief 1/3/2003
27. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
28. Before Day 3/31/2010
29. Before Day 1/3/2003
30. Before The Battle 1/3/2003
31. Blighters 1/3/2003
32. Blind 1/3/2003
33. Bombardment 1/3/2003
34. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
35. Butterflies 1/3/2003
36. Christ And The Soldier 11/25/2014
37. Companions 1/3/2003
38. Concert Party 1/3/2003
39. Conscripts 1/3/2003
40. Counter-Attack 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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Bombardment

Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent crash
Which meant our death.

The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,

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