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There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings; And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings. Not from the past you'll come, but from that deep Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep: And I shall know the sense of life re-born From dreams into the mystery of morn Where gloom and brightness meet. This poem is in the public domain.

Everyone Sang Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark green fields; on; on; and out of sight. Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted, And beauty came like the setting sun. My heart was shaken with tears and horror Drifted away O but every one Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

Siegfried Sassoon Autumn October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves For battle's fruitless harvest, and the feud Of outraged men. Repression of War Experience Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame— No, no, not that,—it's bad to think of war, When thoughts you've gagged all day come back to scare you; And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.

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Find Poets. Read Stanza. Jobs for Poets. Materials for Teachers. The Walt Whitman Award. I believe that the war upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest.

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I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them and that had this been done the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation. Instead of the expected court martial, the under-secretary for war declared "A breach of discipline has been committed but no disciplinary action has been taken, since Second Lieutenant Sassoon has been reported by the medical board as not being responsible for his action, as he was suffering from nervous breakdown.

During his three months there he made two important friendships: the psychologist and anthropologist W. Rivers , and the young poet Wilfred Owen , whom he encouraged and helped, and worked with on the hospital's literary journal, The Hydra. Sassoon suggested that Owen should write in a more direct, colloquial style.

Until he met Sassoon his few war poems had been patriotic and heroic. Under the influence of Sassoon his thoughts and style changed dramatically. During this time he wrote: "All a poet can do today is warn.

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That is why the true Poets must be truthful". The final manuscript of Anthem for Doomed Youth carries suggestions including that of the title in Sassoon's handwriting. Owen's confidence grew, his health returned, and in October a medical board decided that he was fit for light duties. Sassoon's hostility to war was also reflected in his poetry. During the First World War Sassoon developed a harshly satirical style that he used to attack the incompetence and inhumanity of senior military officers.

These poems caused great controversy when they were published in The Old Huntsman and Counter-Attack Edgell Rickword , was one of those soldiers who read Sassoon's poems during the war.

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He later recalled how the poems came as a revelation of how war could be dealt with "in the vocabulary of war" and gave him "a start towards writing more colloquially, and not in a second-hand literary fashion". Adam Hochschild , the author of To End All Wars , has pointed out: "His protest soon dropped out of the newspapers.

His time in the hospital produced no dividend for the peace movement, but an enormous one for English literature. A fellow patient was the year-old aspiring writer Wilfred Owen, recovering from wounds and shell shock, to whom the older Sassoon offered crucial encouragement. Owen became the greatest poet of the war. The War Office had been extremely shrewd. After three months in the hospital whose services he did not need, Sassoon found himself increasingly restless. Finally he accepted a promotion to first lieutenant and returned to the front.


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He did so not because he had abandoned his former views, but because, as he put it in his diary when he was back with his regiment in France, I am only here to look after some men. It was a haunting reminder of the fierce power of group loyalty over that of political conviction-and all the more so because it came from someone who had not in the slightest changed, nor ever in his life would change, his belief that his country's supposed war aims were fraudulent.

Despite his public attacks on the way the war was being managed, Sassoon, like Wilfred Owen and Robert Graves , agreed to continue to fight. Sassoon was sent to Palestine. In May he rejoined his old battalion in France , and in July was wounded again, this time in the head.

Owen however was killed at Sambre—Oise Canal on 4th November A week later the Armistice was signed. Sassoon became a socialist and in March George Lansbury appointed him as the literary editor of the left-wing The Daily Herald. Those for the years —25 show him torn politically, the possessor of a private income with an uncomfortable socialist conscience; torn artistically, preferring eighteenth-century poetry to that of his modernist contemporaries, and longing - but unable - to write a Proustian masterpiece; and torn emotionally by a succession of disappointing homosexual relationships.

In the late s Sassoon turned to writing prose. Although he had enjoyed a long-term relationship with the writer, Stephen Tennant , Sassoon married Hester Gatty on 18th December They settled at Heytesbury House , near Warminster in Wiltshire , where Sassoon spent the rest of his life. Their son, George Sassoon , was born in In he published a critical biography of George Meredith , and all the time he was writing poetry, published in private or public editions, which culminated in the Collected Poems According to Rupert Hart-Davis : "Sassoon was strikingly distinguished in appearance, his large bold features expressing the courage and sensitivity of his nature, and he retained his slimness and agility into old age, playing cricket well into his seventies.

A dedicated artist, he hated publicity but craved the right sort of recognition. He was appointed CBE in , and was pleased by the award of the queen's medal for poetry in and by his honorary degree of DLitt at Oxford in , but he pretended that such honours were merely a nuisance. A natural recluse, he yet much enjoyed the company of chosen friends, many of them greatly his juniors, and was a witty and lively talker.

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He loved books, pictures, and music, and was a brilliant letter writer. Twenty-seven men with faces blackened and shiny - with hatchets in their belts, bombs in pockets, knobkerries - waiting in a dug-out in the reserve line. At Then up to the front-line. In a few minutes they have gone over and disappeared into the rain and darkness. I am sitting on the parapet listening for something to happen - five, ten, nearly fifteen minutes - not a sound - nor a shot fired - and only the usual flare-lights.

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Then one of the men comes crawling back; I follow him to our trench and he tells me that they can't get through. They are all going to throw a bomb and retire. A minute or two later a rifle-shot rings out and almost simultaneously several bombs are thrown by both sides; there are blinding flashes and explosions, rifle-shots, the scurry of feet, curses and groans, and stumbling figures loom up and scramble over the parapet - some wounded.