NO doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they’re ‘longing to go out again,’—
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proud
Of glorious war that shatter’d all their pride...
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.
Craiglockart. October, 1917.
About the poet |
Siegfried Sassoon |
By the same poet |
Does It Matter? |
Counter-Attack |
Ancient History |
Dreamers |
Absolution |
‘Blighters’ |
Everyone Sang |
Base Details |
Glory of Women |
The General |
The Last Meeting |
The Poet as Hero |
Suicide in the Trenches |
To Any Dead Officer |
The Hero |
Aftermath |
Attack |
Sick Leave |
The Dug-Out |
Related books |
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