“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 ...
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 ...
Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan, Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still; For now the moon through heaven ...
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed A paradise of dimness. You shall feel The folding of tired ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the ...
You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do... I have been wrung with anger and compassion for you. I ...
You were glad to-night: and now you've gone away. Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed; But ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
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