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Siegfried Sassoon

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IF I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,
I’d live with scarlet Majors at the Base,
And speed glum heroes up the line to death.
You’d see me with my puffy petulant face,
Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,
Reading the Roll of Honour. “Poor young chap,”
I’d say—‘I used to know his father well;
Yes, we’ve lost heavily in this last scrap.’
And when the war is done and youth stone dead,
I’d toddle safely home and die—in bed.

About the poet
Siegfried Sassoon
 
By the same poet
Does It Matter?
Counter-Attack
Ancient History
Dreamers
Absolution
‘Blighters’
Everyone Sang
Glory of Women
The General
The Last Meeting
The Poet as Hero
Survivors
Suicide in the Trenches
To Any Dead Officer
The Hero
Aftermath
Attack
Sick Leave
The Dug-Out
 
Related books
Siegfried Sassoon at amazon.co.uk

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