About Siegfried Sassoon
1886 - 1967/EnglishSiegfried Loraine Sassoon (September 8, 1886 - September 1, 1967) was an English poet and author. He became known as a writer of satirical anti-war verse during World War I, but later won acclaim for his prose work. Sassoon was born in Matfield, Kent,
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Poetry & Stories
The Poet as Hero
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Dead Musicians
IFrom you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart,The substance of my dreams took fire.
Suicide In The Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,
Haunted
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.A time of drought had ****** the weedy pool
Autumn
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
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Who is Siegfried Sassoon?
1886 - 1967/EnglishSiegfried Loraine Sassoon (September 8, 1886 - September 1, 1967) was an English poet and author. He became known as a writer of satirical anti-war verse during World War I, but later won acclaim for his prose work.
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Kavishala has 12 poems and stories by Siegfried Sassoon, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Siegfried Sassoon
The Poet as Hero
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Dead Musicians
IFrom you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart,The substance of my dreams took fire.
Suicide In The Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,
Haunted
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.A time of drought had ****** the weedy pool
Autumn
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;
Secret Music
I keep such music in my brainNo din this side of death can quell;
Glory Of Women
You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,Or wounded in a mentionable place.
Does It Matter?
Does it matter?-losing your legs?For people will always be kind,
Alone
I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heardWere music,—wind, and stream, and bird.
Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers;Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns;
An Old French Poet
When in your sober mood my body have ye laidIn sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream,
Selected Quotes by Siegfried Sassoon (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
I knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,
I keep such music in my brainNo din this side of death can quell;
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers;Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns;
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,Or wounded in a mentionable place.
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