“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 ...
When you are standing at your hero's grave, Or near some homeless village where he died, Remember, through your heart's ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell- (They called it ...
Dusk in the rain-soaked garden, And dark the house within. A door creaked: someone was early To watch the dawn ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
He stood alone in some queer sunless place Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed For days he might have lived; ...
'Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! The luminous rich colours that ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the ...
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice ...
Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim, Whose voices make the emptiness of light A windy palace. Quavering ...
And still they come and go: and this is all I know- That from the gloom I watch an endless ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
I heard a clash, and a cry, And a horseman fleeing the wood. The moon hid in a cloud. Deep ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk. Of course they're 'longing ...
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