“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 ...
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the ...
He's got a Blighty wound. He's safe; and then War's fine and bold and bright. She can forget the doomed ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The ...
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell ...
'FALL in! Now get a move on.' (Curse the rain.) We splash away along the straggling village, Out to the ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: 'You'd think so ...
This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost ...
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness ...
Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells To the green-vista'd gladness of the past That changed us into ...
Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
In fifty years, when peace outshines Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cast Proud looks upon ...
In the grey summer garden I shall find you With day-break and the morning hills behind you. There will be ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and ...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
When I was young my heart and head were light, And I was gay and feckless as a colt Out ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried, Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died, Like racing smoke, swift ...
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