Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
|43.||Daybreak In a Garden||1/3/2003|
|45.||Devotion to Duty||1/3/2003|
|46.||Died of Wounds||1/3/2003|
|47.||Does It Matter?||1/3/2003|
|58.||Fight to a Finish||1/3/2003|
|60.||Glory of Women||1/3/2003|
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.'