Poems by Siegfried Sassoon
Arms and the Man
... And, though his wound was healed and mended, ...
Dead Musicians
... Another little drink wont do us any harm ...
Lovers
... Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed ...
To Victory
... When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted voice ...
To Any Dead Officer
... ... Yes ... and the War wont end for at least two years ...
A Working Party
... then a flare Gave one white glimpse of No Man's Land and wire ...
Autumn
... Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown ...
The Goldsmith
... .. A girl was selling flowers along the street ...
Picture-Show
... As in those doom-lit years that wait them, and have been ...
The Old Huntsman
... Because he knows Im mortal fond of dogs! I ask you, whats a gent like that to me ...
The Tombstone-Maker
... Theres scores of bodies out abroad, this while, ...
Sick Leave
... Are they not still your brothers through our blood ...
The Heritage
... Perfect; and most in change the heart can trace ...
Blind
... And he who has watched his world and loved it all, ...
Haunted
... He screeched in terror, and straightway something clambered ...
