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Siegfried Sassoon (1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)
Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
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| 21. | At The Cenotaph | 3/31/2010 |
| 22. | Atrocities | 3/31/2010 |
| 23. | Attack | 1/3/2003 |
| 24. | Autumn | 1/3/2003 |
| 25. | Banishment | 1/3/2003 |
| 26. | Base Details | 1/3/2003 |
| 27. | Battalion-Relief | 1/3/2003 |
| 28. | Battalion-Relief | 3/31/2010 |
| 29. | Because We Are Going | 3/31/2010 |
| 30. | Before Day | 3/31/2010 |
| 31. | Before Day | 1/3/2003 |
| 32. | Before the Battle | 1/3/2003 |
| 33. | Blighters | 1/3/2003 |
| 34. | Blind | 1/3/2003 |
| 35. | Bombardment | 1/3/2003 |
| 36. | Break of Day | 1/3/2003 |
| 37. | Butterflies | 1/3/2003 |
| 38. | Companions | 1/3/2003 |
| 39. | Concert Party | 1/3/2003 |
| 40. | Conscripts | 1/3/2003 |
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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.'
