The Poet As Hero
Siegfried Sassoon
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented-- My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry. You are aware that once I sought the Grail, Riding in armour bright, serene and strong; And it was told that through my infant wail There rose immortal semblances of song. But now I've said good-bye to Galahad, And am no more the knight of dreams and show: For lust and senseless hatred make me glad, And my killed friends are with me where I go. Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs; And there is absolution in my songs.
Next 10 Poems
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Rear-guard
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Redeemer
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Road
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Tombstone-maker
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Triumph
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Troops
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Working Party
- Siegfried Sassoon : Their Frailty
- Siegfried Sassoon : They'
- Siegfried Sassoon : Thrushes
Previous 10 Poems
- Siegfried Sassoon : The One-legged Man
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Old Huntsman
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Last Meeting
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Kiss
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Investiture
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Imperfect Lover
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Hero
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Heritage
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Hawthorn Tree
- Siegfried Sassoon : The Goldsmith