Treasure Island

Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Poems of Siegfried Sassoon

141. The Tombstone-Maker 1/3/2003
142. The Triumph 3/31/2010
143. The Troops 1/3/2003
144. The Working Party 1/3/2003
145. Their Frailty 1/3/2003
146. 'They' 1/3/2003
147. Thrushes 1/3/2003
148. To a Childless Woman 1/3/2003
149. To a Very Wise Man 1/3/2003
150. To Any Dead Officer 1/3/2003
151. To His Dead Body 1/3/2003
152. To Leonide Massine in ‘Cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
153. To My Brother 1/3/2003
154. To Victory 1/3/2003
155. Today 1/3/2003
156. Together 1/3/2003
157. Tree and Sky 1/3/2003
158. Trench Duty 1/3/2003
159. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
160. Two Hundred Years After 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.'

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