“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 ...
In the grey summer garden I shall find you With day-break and the morning hills behind you. There will be ...
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
I heard the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin, When hooded night was going and one clear planet ...
Music of whispering trees Hushed by a broad-winged breeze Where shaken water gleams; And evening radiance falling With reedy bird-notes ...
He turned to me with his kind, sleepy gaze And fresh face slowly brightening to the grin That sets my ...
They threw me from the gates: my matted hair Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame O'erlaid with marish ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
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