Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

161. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
162. When I’m Among A Blaze Of Lights 1/3/2003
163. Wind In The Beechwood 1/3/2003
164. Wirers 1/3/2003
165. Wisdom 1/3/2003
166. Wonderment 1/3/2003
167. Wraiths 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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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.'

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