Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and secret happiness we stumbled; and gods and demons clamoured… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken. — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“Suicide in the trenches: I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
The visionless officialized fatuityThat once kept Europe safe for Perpetuity. — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“I am banished from the patient men who fight. They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to aching shoulder, side by… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries. While nightfall,… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots And turn dulled, sunken… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“In 1917 I was only beginning to learn that life, for the majority of the population, is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds, culminating… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
