A Whispered Tale Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

A Whispered Tale

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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 OF THE POEM
Bahle 01 March 2018

This was the nicest poem ever

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Samarpita Pradhan 26 July 2017

Can someone please make me understand this poem....please i need your help

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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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