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Siegfried Sassoon

“Enemies,” Siegfried Sassoon

TweetEnemies He stood alone in some queer sunless place Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed For days he might have lived; but his young face Gazed forth untroubled: and suddenly there thronged Round him the hulking Germans that I shot … Continue reading

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“Conscripts,” Siegfried Sassoon

TweetConscripts Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! The luminous rich colours that you wore Have changed to hueless khaki in the night. Magic? What’s magic got to do with you? There’s … Continue reading

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“The Last Meeting,” Siegfried Sassoon

TweetThe Last Meeting I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April’s end, I thought; I will go up the hill once more To find the face of him that I have lost, And … Continue reading

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“Stand-to: Good Friday Morning,” Siegfried Sassoon

TweetStand-to: Good Friday Morning I’d been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst I heard them snore. ‘Stand to!’ Somebody grunted and swore. Dawn was misty; the skies were … Continue reading

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“Arms and the Man,” Siegfried Sassoon

TweetArms and the Man Young Croesus went to pay his call On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: And, though his wound was healed and mended, He hoped he’d get his leave extended. The waiting-room was dark and bare. He eyed a … Continue reading

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Siegfried Sassoon, “The Death-Bed”

TweetThe Death-Bed He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep. Silence and safety; and his mortal shore Lipped … Continue reading

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Siegfried Sassoon, “A Letter Home”

TweetA Letter Home 1 Here I’m sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, Fledged with forest May has crowned. And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted, Thinking how the fighting started, Wondering when we’ll … Continue reading

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Siegfried Sassoon, “Counter-Attack”

TweetCounter-Attack We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, With bombers posted, Lewis guns well … Continue reading

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Siegfried Sassoon, “Died of Wounds”

TweetDied of Wounds His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well. The ward grew dark; … Continue reading

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Siegfried Sassoon, “The Hero”

TweetThe Hero ‘Jack fell as he’d have wished,’ the Mother said, And folded up the letter that she’d read. ‘The Colonel writes so nicely.’ Something broke In the tired voice that quavered to a choke. She half looked up. ‘We … Continue reading

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