“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still” (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain, Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees; Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet, But pipe me now your roundelay complete. Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying ...
I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
(EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP) They are gathering round.... Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand, Shoals of low-jargoning men drift ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
They know not the green leaves; In whose earth-haunting dream Dimly the forest heaves, And voiceless goes the stream. Strangely ...
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
When I was young my heart and head were light, And I was gay and feckless as a colt Out ...
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the ...
He stood alone in some queer sunless place Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed For days he might have lived; ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Cry out on Time that he may take away Your cold philosophies that give no hint Of spirit-quickened flesh; fall ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
I was near the King that day. I saw him snatch And briskly scan the G.H.Q. dispatch. Thick-voiced, he read ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings And beats upon the dark with furious wings; And, stung to ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk. Of course they're 'longing ...
I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my ...
I'd heard fool-heroes brag of where they'd been, With stories of the glories that they'd seen. But you, good simple ...
You love us when we're heroes, home on leave, Or wounded in a mentionable place. You worship decorations; you believe ...
Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It ...
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face; Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame; For ...
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said, And folded up the letter that she'd read. 'The Colonel writes ...
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
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