Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

81. Picture-Show 1/3/2003
82. Idyll 1/3/2003
83. Parted 1/3/2003
84. The One-Legged Man 1/3/2003
85. 'In The Pink' 1/3/2003
86. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
87. October 1/3/2003
88. Trench Duty 1/3/2003
89. The Dream 1/3/2003
90. The Last Meeting 1/3/2003
91. The Dragon And The Undying 1/3/2003
92. David Cleek 1/3/2003
93. The Poet As Hero 1/3/2003
94. To A Childless Woman 1/3/2003
95. Memorial Tablet 1/3/2003
96. Wirers 1/3/2003
97. Enemies 1/3/2003
98. On Passing The New Menin Gate 3/31/2010
99. Golgotha 1/3/2003
100. The Kiss 1/3/2003
101. Devotion To Duty 1/3/2003
102. Reconciliation 1/3/2003
103. Elegy 1/3/2003
104. Fight To A Finish 1/3/2003
105. Lamentations 1/3/2003
106. The Rear-Guard 1/3/2003
107. The Imperfect Lover 1/3/2003
108. At The Cenotaph 3/31/2010
109. Together 1/3/2003
110. Daybreak In A Garden 1/3/2003
111. In Barracks 1/3/2003
112. Sick Leave 1/3/2003
113. In Me, Past, Present, Future Meet 1/3/2003
114. Dead Musicians 1/3/2003
115. Dreamers 1/13/2003
116. Stretcher Case 1/3/2003
117. To Any Dead Officer 1/3/2003
118. I Stood With The Dead 1/3/2003
119. Butterflies 1/3/2003
120. Memory 1/3/2003

Comments about Siegfried Sassoon

  • Jhon Smith (12/2/2016 6:18:00 AM)

    my Favourite poem by him is Attack

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

    this poem makes me feel young again
    inspirational

    yours sinsirly

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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

The Hawthorn Tree

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

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