Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Memorial Tablet - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,
(Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell—
(They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight,
And I was hobbling back; and then a shell
Burst slick upon the duck-boards: so I fell
Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.

At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare:
For, though low down upon the list, I’m there;
‘In proud and glorious memory’ ... that’s my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he’s never guessed.
Once I came home on leave: and then went west...
What greater glory could a man desire?


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  • (11/19/2017 8:30:00 AM)


    this is a very heartfelt poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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