Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

1. In An Underground Dressing Station 3/31/2010
2. Sporting Acquaintances 3/31/2010
3. Christ And The Soldier 11/25/2014
4. Ex-Service 3/31/2010
5. The Road 3/31/2010
6. The Portrait 3/31/2010
7. Because We Are Going 3/31/2010
8. The Road To Ruin 3/31/2010
9. The Rear-Guard 3/31/2010
10. Solar Eclipse 3/31/2010
11. Today 1/3/2003
12. Before Day 3/31/2010
13. The Triumph 3/31/2010
14. To Leonide Massine In ‘cleopatra’ 1/3/2003
15. Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance 3/31/2010
16. The Goldsmith 1/3/2003
17. The Redeemer 3/31/2010
18. Microcosmos 3/31/2010
19. What The Captain Said At The Point-To-Point 1/3/2003
20. Villon 1/3/2003
21. Prelude: The Troops 3/31/2010
22. South Wind 1/3/2003
23. Invocation 1/3/2003
24. Goblin Revel 1/3/2003
25. Thrushes 1/3/2003
26. Grandeur Of Ghosts 3/31/2010
27. Joy-Bells 1/3/2003
28. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
29. The Heritage 1/3/2003
30. Wraiths 1/3/2003
31. The Working Party 1/3/2003
32. Storm And Sunlight 1/3/2003
33. The Hawthorn Tree 1/3/2003
34. The Investiture 1/3/2003
35. Fancy Dress 1/3/2003
36. Morning-Land 1/3/2003
37. The Redeemer 1/3/2003
38. The Road 1/3/2003
39. Wonderment 1/3/2003
40. Stand-To: Good Friday Morning 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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Concert Party

(EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP)


They are gathering round....
Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand,
Shoals of low-jargoning men drift inward to the sound—
The jangle and throb of a piano ... tum-ti-tum...
Drawn by a lamp, they come
Out of the glimmering lines of their tents, over the shuffling sand.

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