Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Dark House
Dusk in the rain-soaked garden,And dark the house within.A door creaked: someone was earlyTo watch the dawn begin.But he stole away like a thiefIn..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Miracles
I dreamt I saw a huge grey boat in silence steamingDown a canal; it drew the dizzy landscape after;The solemn world was sucked along with it—a..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Middle-Ages
I heard a clash, and a cry,And a horseman fleeing the wood.The moon hid in a cloud.Deep in shadow I stood.‘Ugly work!’ thought I,Holding my..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Before Day
Come in this hour to set my spirit freeWhen earth is no more mine though night goes out,And stretching forth these arms I cannot beLord of winged..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Night-Piece
Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan,Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still;For now the moon through heaven sails alone,Shedding her..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Falling Asleep
Voices moving about in the quiet house:Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors:Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert.Out in the night..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Noah
When old Noah stared across the floods,Sky and water melted into oneLooking-glass of shifting tides and sun.Mountain-tops were few: the ship was..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The Dreamers
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.In the great hour of destiny they stand,Each with his feuds..
© Siegfried Sassoon
'In The Pink'
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. 'Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie 'With crosses for a hug. He'd had a drinkOf..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Wind In The Beechwood
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancingOf boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting spraysBeckon and shift like lissom creatures..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The Troops
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloomShudders to drizzling daybreak that revealsDisconsolate men who stamp their sodden bootsAnd turn dulled..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Prelude To An Unwritten Masterpiece
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers;Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns;And Youth against the sun-rise ... ‘Not profound;‘But..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Limitations
If you could crowd them into forty lines!Yes; you can do it, once you get a start;All that you want is waiting in your head,For long-ago you’ve..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Companions
Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet,But pipe me now your roundelay complete.Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying on your way,Whisper my..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The Dream
IMoonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scentOf summer gardens; these can bring you allThose dreams that in the starlit silence fall:Sweet songs..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Concert Party
(EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP)They are gathering round....Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand,Shoals of low-jargoning men drift inward to the..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Picture-Show
And still they come and go: and this is all I know—That from the gloom I watch an endless picture-show,Where wild or listless faces flicker on their..
© Siegfried Sassoon
In Me, Past, Present, Future Meet
In me, past, present, future meetTo hold long chiding conference.My lusts usurp the present tenseAnd strangle Reason in his seat.My loves leap..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Golgotha
Through darkness curves a spume of falling flaresThat flood the field with shallow, blanching light.The huddled sentry staresOn gloom at war with..
© Siegfried Sassoon
October
Across the land a faint blue veil of mistSeems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment soberTill frost shall make them flame; silent and whistThe drooping..
© Siegfried Sassoon
To His Dead Body
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling..
© Siegfried Sassoon
To My Brother
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face;Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame;For we have made an end of all things base.We are..
© Siegfried Sassoon
In Barracks
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain,Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold.Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold,March and wheel and march..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Sick Leave
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.While the dim charging breakers of the stormBellow..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance
'I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those..
© Siegfried Sassoon