Category Archives: wwi poetry

“The Last Meeting,” Siegfried Sassoon

Posted on May 8, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The 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

Posted on April 24, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Stand-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

Posted on April 3, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Arms 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”

Posted on March 27, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The 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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Robert Service, “My Bay’nit”

Posted on March 26, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

My Bay’nit When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay’nit And told me it ‘ad to be smothered wiv gore; But blimey! I ‘aven’t been able to stain it, So far as I’ve gone wiv the vintage of … Continue reading →

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Maurice Baring, “August 1918 (In a French Village)”

Posted on March 20, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

August 1918 (In a French Village) I hear the tinkling of a cattle bell, In the broad stillness of the afternoon; High in the cloudless haze the harvest moon Is pallid as the phantom of a shell. A girl is … Continue reading →

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Maurice Baring, “In Memoriam A.H.”

Posted on March 19, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

In Memoriam A.H. The wind had blown away the rain That all day long had soaked the level plain. Against the horizon’s fiery wrack, The sheds loomed black. And higher, in their tumultuous concourse met, The streaming clouds, shot-riddled banners, … Continue reading →

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Maurice Baring, “Julian Grenfell”

Posted on March 13, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Julian Grenfell Because of you we will be glad and gay, Remembering you, we will be brave and strong; And hail the advent of each dangerous day, And meet the last adventure with a song. And, as you proudly gave … Continue reading →

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Geoffrey Dearmer, “Nous Autres”

Posted on March 12, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

Nous Autres We never feel the lust of steel Or fury-woken blood, We live and die and wonder why In mud, and mud, and mud, And horror first and horror last And Phantom Terror riding past. We hear and hear … Continue reading →

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Geoffrey Dearmer, “She To Him”

Posted on March 6, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

She To Him The day you died, my Share of All My soul was tossed Hither and thither, like a leaf, And lost, lost, lost, From sounds and sight, Beneath the night Of gloom and grief. But – (Hush, for … Continue reading →

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