Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

41. Their Frailty 1/3/2003
42. The Tombstone-Maker 1/3/2003
43. Two Hundred Years After 1/3/2003
44. Thrushes 1/3/2003
45. Twelve Months After 1/3/2003
46. The Investiture 1/3/2003
47. The Redeemer 1/3/2003
48. Night On The Convoy 1/3/2003
49. Wisdom 1/3/2003
50. Night-Piece 1/3/2003
51. Falling Asleep 1/3/2003
52. Noah 1/3/2003
53. Vision 1/3/2003
54. Stand-To: Good Friday Morning 1/3/2003
55. The Dreamers 1/3/2003
56. The Fathers 1/3/2003
57. The Troops 1/3/2003
58. Prelude To An Unwritten Masterpiece 1/3/2003
59. Companions 1/3/2003
60. The Dream 1/3/2003
61. The Dark House 1/3/2003
62. Concert Party 1/3/2003
63. Picture-Show 1/3/2003
64. Wonderment 1/3/2003
65. Golgotha 1/3/2003
66. October 1/3/2003
67. Tree And Sky 1/3/2003
68. The Choral Union 1/3/2003
69. To Victory 1/3/2003
70. Miracles 1/3/2003
71. Wind In The Beechwood 1/3/2003
72. Idyll 1/3/2003
73. Morning Express 1/3/2003
74. France 1/3/2003
75. Middle-Ages 1/3/2003
76. To A Very Wise Man 1/3/2003
77. Parted 1/3/2003
78. 'In The Pink' 1/3/2003
79. Before Day 1/3/2003
80. In Barracks 1/3/2003

Comments about Siegfried Sassoon

  • Ferg Fred Ferg Fred (12/2/2016 6:08:00 AM)

    this poem makes me feel young again
    inspirational

    yours sinsirly

    ferg fred

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 2:16:00 PM)

    One of the great poets from World War I, Sassoon was also known for his fictionalised autobiographies, praised for their evocation of English country life.

  • Lord Andrew Barham (3/18/2015 8:22:00 AM)

    Get rid of the goddamned video voice over – it's about as poetic as a sore arsehole!

  • Tim Williams (4/24/2007 9:25:00 PM)

    This is interesting

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.

Read the full of Suicide In The Trenches

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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