Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

A Whispered Tale - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

I’d heard fool-heroes brag of where they’d been,
With stories of the glories that they’d seen.
But you, good simple soldier, seasoned well
In woods and posts and crater-lines of hell,
Who dodge remembered ‘crumps’ with wry grimace,
Endured experience in your queer, kind face,
Fatigues and vigils haunting nerve-strained eyes,
And both your brothers killed to make you wise;
You had no babbling phrases; what you said
Was like a message from the maimed and dead.
But memory brought the voice I knew, whose note
Was muted when they shot you in the throat;
And still you whisper of the war, and find
Sour jokes for all those horrors left behind.

Comments about A Whispered Tale by Siegfried Sassoon

  • (7/26/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    Can someone please make me understand this poem....please i need your help (Report) Reply

    (2/13/2018 11:07:00 AM)

    It sounds to me like a soldier who was fatally shot was trying to say his last words...the poet may have experienced this first hand..

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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