Siegfried Sassoon

The Poet as Hero

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.

About the poet
Siegfried Sassoon
By the same poet
Does It Matter?
Ancient History
Everyone Sang
Base Details
Glory of Women
The General
The Last Meeting
Suicide in the Trenches
To Any Dead Officer
The Hero
Sick Leave
The Dug-Out
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