Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Siegfried Sassoon Poems

161. Does It Matter? 1/3/2003
162. Attack 1/3/2003
163. A Letter Home 1/3/2003
164. Absolution 1/3/2003
165. Aftermath 1/3/2003
166. Suicide In The Trenches 1/3/2003

Comments about Siegfried Sassoon

  • None of ur buisness (11/16/2017 1:41:00 PM)

    Get rid of the stupid audio. i could fart it and it would sound more poetic.

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  • Jhon Smith (12/2/2016 6:18:00 AM)

    my Favourite poem by him is Attack

  • Ferg Fred Ferg Fred (12/2/2016 6:10:00 AM)

    thank u for the likes my mother likes the attention im getting

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

    this poem makes me feel young again
    inspirational

    yours sinsirly

    ferg fred

  • 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

Bombardment

Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent crash
Which meant our death.

The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,

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