Poems begining by A
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A Working Party
© Siegfried Sassoon
Three hours ago, he stumbled up the trench;
Now he will never walk that road again:
He must be carried back, a jolting lump
Beyond all needs of tenderness and care.
Arms and the Man
© Siegfried Sassoon
Young Croesus went to pay his call
On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall:
And, though his wound was healed and mended,
He hoped hed get his leave extended.
An Old French Poet
© Siegfried Sassoon
When in your sober mood my body have ye laid
In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream,
And the green turf has hidden the poor bones ye deem
No more a close companion with those rhymes we made;
A Mystic As Soldier
© Siegfried Sassoon
I lived my days apart,
Dreaming fair songs for God;
By the glory in my heart
Covered and crowned and shod.
Alone
© Siegfried Sassoon
Ive listened: and all the sounds I heard
Were music,wind, and stream, and bird.
With youth who sang from hill to hill
Ive listened: my heart is hungry still.
Attack
© Siegfried Sassoon
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Aftermath
© Siegfried Sassoon
Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz--
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench--
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, 'Is it all going to happen again?'
A Letter Home
© Siegfried Sassoon
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom
Of my quiet attic room.
France goes rolling all around,
Fledged with forest May has crowned.
A Poplar and the Moon
© Siegfried Sassoon
There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the grass
A ghostly bridge twixt heaven and me.
A Whispered Tale
© Siegfried Sassoon
Id heard fool-heroes brag of where theyd been,
With stories of the glories that theyd seen.
But you, good simple soldier, seasoned well
In woods and posts and crater-lines of hell,
Absolution
© Siegfried Sassoon
The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
A Child's Prayer
© Siegfried Sassoon
For Morn, my dome of blue,
For Meadows, green and gay,
And Birds who love the twilight of the leaves,
Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray.
An Invitation
© Thomas Blackburn
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some
Official high up he says in the Ministry,
I note that I am invited to Birmingham,
There pedagogues to address for a decent fee.
Autumn Song
© Katherine Mansfield
Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
Across The Red Sky
© Katherine Mansfield
Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
A New Hymn
© Katherine Mansfield
Sing a song of men's pyjamas,
Half-past-six has got a pair,
And he's wearing them this evening,
And he's looking such a dear.
A Little Girl's Prayer
© Katherine Mansfield
Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:
A Little Boy's Dream
© Katherine Mansfield
Then he cried "O Mother dear."
And he woke and sat upright,
They were in the rocking chair,
Mother's arms around him--tight.
A Joyful Song Of Five
© Katherine Mansfield
Come, let us all sing very high
And all sing very loud
And keep on singing in the street
Until there's quite a crowd;
A Fine Day
© Katherine Mansfield
After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.
