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Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967).  Counter-Attack and Other Poems.  1918.

Index of First Lines


At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun

Barrack-square, washed clean with rain, The
Boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, The

Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath

Dark clouds are smouldering into red
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom
Does it matter?—losing your legs?

From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart

God with a Roll of Honour in His hand
Good-morning; good-morning! the General said
Groping along the tunnel, step by step

He’d never seen so many dead before
He seemed so certain ‘all was going well
He’s got a Blighty wound. He’s safe
Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot I had last year

I am banished from the patient men who fight
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath
I found him in the guard-room at the Base
I knew a simple soldier boy
In fifty years, when peace outshines

Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit

Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent

No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Not much to me is yonder lane
Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth

October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleaves

Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out

Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells

Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake
Snug at the club two fathers sat
Soldiers are citizens of death’s grey land
Splashing along the boggy woods all day

There seemed a smell of autumn in the air
Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim

We’d gained our first objective hours before
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm

You love us when we’re heroes, home on leave


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