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 Last Meeting
IBecause the night was falling warm and stillUpon a golden day at April’s end,I thought; I will go up the hill once moreTo find the face of him that..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The Poet As Hero
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me whyOf my old, silly sweetness I've repented--My..
© Siegfried Sassoon
I Stood With The Dead
I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill:'Soldier..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;But as you fall asleep I hear you sayThose tired..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Memorial Tablet
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,(Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell—(They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight,And I..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The Rear-Guard
Groping along the tunnel, step by step,He winked his prying torch with patching glareFrom side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.Tins, boxes..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Blind
His headstrong thoughts that once in eager strifeLeapt sure from eye to brain and back to eye,Weaving unconscious tapestries of life,Are now thrust..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Together
Splashing along the boggy woods all day,And over brambled hedge and holding clay,I shall not think of him:But when the watery fields grow brown and..
© Siegfried Sassoon
On Passing The New Menin Gate
Who will remember, passing through this Gate,the unheroic dead who fed the guns?Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,-Those doomed..
© Siegfried Sassoon
The One-Legged Man
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald;Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls;A homely, tangled hedge, a corn-stalked field,And..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Secret Music
I keep such music in my brainNo din this side of death can quell;Glory exulting over pain,And beauty, garlanded in hell.My dreaming spirit will not..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Butterflies
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers;O living flowers against the heedless blueOf summer days, what sends them dancing throughThis..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Elegy
Your dextrous wit will haunt us longWounding our grief with yesterday.Your laughter is a broken song;And death has found you, kind and gay.We may..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Survivors
No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strainHave caused their stammering, disconnected talk.Of course they’re ‘longing to go out..
© Siegfried Sassoon
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
Arcady Unheeding
Shepherds go whistling on their wayIn the spring season of the year;One watches weather-signs of day;One of his maid most dearDreams; and they do not..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Repression Of War Experience
Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth;What silly beggars they are to blunder inAnd scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame—No, no, not..
© Siegfried Sassoon
To Any Dead Officer
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say,Because I’d like to know that you’re all right.Tell me, have you found everlasting day,Or been..
© Siegfried Sassoon
Blighters
The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grinAnd cackle at the Show, while prancing ranksOf harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din;‘We’re sure..
© Siegfried Sassoon
John Mckeen
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Judith
O her eyes are amber-fine--Dark and deep as wells of wine,While her smile is like the noonSplendor of a day of June.If she sorrow--lo! her faceIt is..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Joney
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got mad,He kep' still and never..
© James Whitcomb Riley
June At Woodruff
Out at Woodruff Place--afarFrom the city's glare and jar,With the leafy trees, insteadOf the awnings, overhead;With the shadows cool and sweet,For..
© James Whitcomb Riley
For You
For you, I could forget the gayDelirium of merriment,And let my laughter die awayIn endless silence of content.I could forget, for your dear sake,The..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Fool-Youngens
Me an' Bert an' Minnie-BelleKnows a joke, an' we won't tell!No, we don't--'cause we don't know_Why_ we got to laughin' so;But we got to laughin'..
© James Whitcomb Riley