“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 ...
If you could crowd them into forty lines! Yes; you can do it, once you get a start; All that ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
When in your sober mood my body have ye laid In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream, ...
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 ...
This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost ...
Behold these jewelled, merchant Ancestors, Foregathered in some chancellery of death; Calm, provident, discreet, they stroke their beards And move ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street To cheer the soldiers ...
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
He woke; the clank and racket of the train Kept time with angry throbbings in his brain. Then for a ...
Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns. The dying soldier shifts his head To watch ...
O beauty doomed and perfect for an hour, Leaping along the verge of death and night, You show me dauntless ...
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
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