Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

41. David Cleek 1/3/2003
42. Daybreak In A Garden 1/3/2003
43. Dead Musicians 1/3/2003
44. Devotion To Duty 1/3/2003
45. Died Of Wounds 1/3/2003
46. Does It Matter? 1/3/2003
47. Dreamers 1/13/2003
48. Dream-Forest 1/3/2003
49. Dryads 1/3/2003
50. Editorial Impressions 1/3/2003
51. Elegy 1/3/2003
52. Enemies 1/3/2003
53. Everyone Sang 1/3/2003
54. Ex-Service 3/31/2010
55. Falling Asleep 1/3/2003
56. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
57. Fight To A Finish 1/3/2003
58. France 1/3/2003
59. Glory Of Women 1/3/2003
60. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
61. Golgotha 1/3/2003
62. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
63. Haunted 1/3/2003
64. Hero 1/3/2003
65. How To Die 1/3/2003
66. I Stood With The Dead 1/3/2003
67. Idyll 1/3/2003
68. In An Underground Dressing Station 3/31/2010
69. In Barracks 1/3/2003
70. In Me, Past, Present, Future Meet 1/3/2003
71. 'In The Pink' 1/3/2003
72. Invocation 1/3/2003
73. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
74. Lamentations 1/3/2003
75. Limitations 1/3/2003
76. Lovers 1/3/2003
77. Memorial Tablet 1/3/2003
78. Memory 1/3/2003
79. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
80. Middle-Ages 3/31/2010
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 Hawthorn Tree

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

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