“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 ...
He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: 'You'd think so ...
When I'm asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,- They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead. While the dim charging ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
Behold these jewelled, merchant Ancestors, Foregathered in some chancellery of death; Calm, provident, discreet, they stroke their beards And move ...
I listen for him through the rain, And in the dusk of starless hours I know that he will come ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
Where sunshine flecks the green, Through towering woods my way Goes winding all the day. Scant are the flowers that ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
When meadows are grey with the morn In the dusk of the woods it is night: The oak and the ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. The huddled sentry stares ...
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And ...
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
When I'm among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in ...
And still they come and go: and this is all I know- That from the gloom I watch an endless ...
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face; Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame; For ...
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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