Selected Poems-Siegfried Sassoon

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2:07I cannot be Lord of winged sunrise and dim arcady When fieldward boys far off with clock and shout from orchards scare the birds in sudden route Come air my heart grows cold and full of doubt in the still summer dawns that wake in me When the first lark goes up to look for day and morning glimmers out of dreams Come then out of the songless valleys over grey white misty lands to bring me on my way For I am lone a dweller among men hungered for what my heart shall never say 1909 End of poem this recording is in the public domain South Wind by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org

3:17Where have you been South Wind this May day morning with larks aloft or skimming with the swallow or with blackbirds in a green sun-glinted thicket Oh I heard you like a tyrant in the valley your ruffian haste shook the young blossoming orchards You clapped root hens, hallowing round the chimney and white your penon streamed along the river You have robbed the bee-south wind in your adventure, blustering with gentle flowers But I forgave you when you stole to me shyly with scent of horthorn 1914 And a poem this recording is in the public domain Morning land by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org

4:21Old English songs you bring to me a simple sweetness somewhat kin to birds That through the mystery of earliest morn make tuneful din While hamlet steeple sleepily at cockroach I'm out three and four Till maids get up be time and go with faces like the red sun low clattering about the dairy floor 1908 And a poem this recording is in the public domain A child's prayer by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org For morn my dome of blue for meadows green and gay and birds who love the twilight of the leaves

5:22Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray for the big bees that hum and hide in bells of flowers For the winding roads that come to evenings holy door May Jesus bring me grateful to His arms and guard my innocence forever more 1914 And a poem this recording is in the public domain Dryads by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org When meadows are gray with the morn in the dusk of the woods at his night The oak and the beach and the pine war with the glimmer of light Dryads brown as the leaf move in the gloom of the glade

6:23When meadows are gray with the morn dim night in the wood has delayed The cocks that crow to the land are faint and hollow and shrill Dryads brown as the leaf whisper and hide and are still 1910 And a poem this recording is in the public domain Noah by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org When old Noah stared across the floods, Sky and water melted into one, Looking glass of shifting tides and sun, mountain tops were few, the ship was foul All the more know no marveled greatly at this well-taring world that shone so stately,

7:24Drowning deep the rivers and the plains Through the stillness came a rippling breeze Noah sighed remembering the green trees, Clear along the morning, stooped a bird, Lid beside him with a blossomed sprig, Earth was saved and Noah danced a jig 1915 And a poem this recording is in the public domain Daybreak in a garden by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org I heard the farm cocks crowing loud and faint and thin when hooded night was going And one clear planet winked. I heard shrill notes begin

8:26Down the spired wood distinct when cloudy sholes were chinked and guilt with fires of day. White misted was the wheeled, the lawns were silver gray, The lark is lonely field, for heaven had forsaken, And the wind upon its way whispered the bows of May and touched the nodding Peony flowers to bid them waken. 1915 And a poem this recording is in the public domain. Night Peace by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan, quench your fantastic lanterns,

9:27And be still, for now the moon through heaven sails alone, Shedding her peaceful rays from hill to hill. The fawn from out his dim and secret place draws nigh the darkling pool, And from his dream half-wakens, seeing their his silven face reflected, And the wistful eyes that gleam. To his cold lips he sets the pipe to blow some drowsy note That charms the listening air, the dry ads from their trees come down and creep Near to his side, monotonous and low he plays, And plays to all the woodside there, stirs to the voice of everlasting sleep. 1911 And a poem this recording is in the public domain.

10:311911 An old French poet by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org When in your sober mood my body he have laid, In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream, And the green turf has hidden the poor bones he deemed no more a close companion With those rhymes we made, then if some bird should pipe Or breezes stir the glade, thinking them for the while my voice, So let them see my fading message from the misty shores of dream, Or where so ever following death my feet have strayed. 1908 And a poem this recording is in the public domain.

11:37Morning glory by C. Cree Tsasun read for LibriVox.org In this meadow start with spring shepherds kneel before their king, Mary throand with dreaming eyes, gowned in blue like rainwashed guys, Lifts her tiny son that he may behold their courtesy, And green smocked children, odd and good, Bring him blossoms from the wood. Hey it's Kelly Rowland, you may not know this, but I have Exema, So I get how it can steal your time. But why let Exema take over when you can talk to your doctor about Ebglus? Ebglus, Lebrichizmab, LBKZ, a 250mg per 2ml injection, Is a prescription medicine used to treat adults and children 12 years of age and older, Who weigh at least 88 lbs or 40kg with moderate to severe exema.

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14:41This recording is in the public domain. A Poplar and the Moon by Seek Freed Sasoon read for LibriVox.org There stood a Poplar tall and straight, the fair round moon, a prison late, made the long shadow on the grass, a ghostly bridge twixed heaven and me, but may with slumberous nights must pass, and blustering winds will strip the tree, and I've no magic to express the moment of that loveliness. So from these words you'll never guess the stars and lilies I could see. 1916

15:41And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Wind in the Beachwood by Seek Freed Sasoon read for LibriVox.org The gloring forest shakes and swings with glancing of boughs that dip and strain, young slanting sprays, beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing, while the blown Beachwood streams with drifting rays. Rooted in steadfast calm, grace stems are seen like weather-beaten masts, the wood unfurled, seams as a ship with crowding sails of green, that sweeps across the lonely billowing world, all luminous and lovely, let your flowers,

16:41your ageless squadrant wings, your surge and gleam, drown me in quivering brightness, let me fade in the warm, rustling music of the hours, that guard your ancient wisdom. Till my dream moves with the chant and whisper of the glade. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Nimrod in September by Seek Freed Sasoon read for LibriVox.org When half the drowsy world's a bed, and misty morning rises red, with jolly of horn and lusty cheer, young Nimrod urges on his dwindling route.

17:43Along the yellowing covers, we can hear his horse's hoofs, thud hither and about. In mulberry coat he rides and makes huge clumber, in the sultry breaks. 1913 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Wisdom by Seek Freed Sasoon read for LibriVox.org When wisdom tells me that the world's a speck, lost on the sureless blue of gods today, I smile and think, for every man his way, the world's my ship, and I'm alone on deck. And when he tells me that the world's a speck, lit in the whistling gloom of gods tonight,

18:45I look within me to the edge of dark and dream. The world's my field, and I'm the lark, alone with upward song, alone with light. 1915 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Alone by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org I've listened, and all the sounds I heard were music, wind and stream and bird, with youth who sang from hill to hill, I've listened, my heart is hungry still. I've looked, the morning world was green, bright roofs and towers of town I've seen,

19:45and stars wheeling through wingless night, I've looked, and my soul yet longs for light. I've thought, but in my sense survives only the impulse of those lives that were my making. Hear me say, I've thought, and darkness hides my day. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Mystic As Soldier by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org I lived my days apart, dreaming fair songs for God, by the glory in my heart, covered and crowned and shod. Now God is in the strife, and I must seek Him there,

20:50where death out numbers life, and fury smights the air. I walk the secret way, with anger in my brain, oh music through my clay, when will you sound again? 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. To my brother by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Give me your hand, my brother, search my face, look in these eyes, lest I should think of shame, for we have made an end of all things base. We are returning by the road we came.

21:50Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead, and I am in the field where men must fight, but in the gloom I see your lulled head, and through your victory I shall win the light. 1915 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. 1916 Before the battle, by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Music of whispering trees, hushed by a broad-winged breeze, where shaken water gleams, and evening radiance falling, with reedy bird notes calling. Oh bear me safe through dark, you low-voiced streams.

22:54I have no need to pray, that fear may pass away. I scorn the groull and rumble of the fight, that summons me from cool silence of marsh and pool, and yellow lilies islanded in light, oh river of stars and shadows, lead me through the night. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. When I'm among a blaze of lights, by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. When I'm among a blaze of lights, with tawdry music and cigars, and women doddling through delights, and officers at cocktail bars, sometimes I think of garden nights and elm trees nodding at the stars.

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25:16Price and participation may vary, promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing. Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu. Whether you're craving a Big Mac, McNuggets, or sausage egg, and cheese McGrittle's, make it a meal and save. Your favorite is now your wallet's favorite, too. Extra-value meals are back. Get a big something extra. With a Big Mac or 10-piece McNuggets, fries, and a medium Coke, all for just $9. Limited time only, promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing. Then someone says, another drink, and turns my living heart to stone. 1916 Indo poem. This recording is in the public domain. Dreamers. By Seagfried Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org. Soldiers are citizens of Death's Grey land,

26:27drawing no dividend from times to morrows. In the great hour of destiny, they stand, each with his feuds and jealousies and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action. They must win, some flaming fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers. When the guns begin, they think of fire lit homes, clean beds, and wives. I see them in foul dugouts, nought by rats, and in the ruined trenches lashed with rain, dreaming of things they did, with balls and bats, and mocked by hopeless longing to regain. Bank holidays and picture shows and spats, and going to the office in the train. 1917

27:34Indo poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the pink. By Seagfried Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org. So Davies wrote, this leaves me in the pink, then scrawled his name. Your loving sweet heart, Willie, with crosses for a hug. He'd had a drink of raw man tea, and though the barn was chilly. For once his blood ran warm. He had paid a spend. Winter was passing, soon the year would mend. He couldn't sleep that night, stiff in the dark he groaned and thought of Sundays at the farm. When he'd go out as cheerful as a lark in his best suit to wander arm in arm with brown-eyed Gwen, and whisper in her ear the simple silly thing she liked to hear. And then he thought,

28:37tomorrow night we trudge up to the trenches, and my boots are rotten, five miles of stodgy clay and freezing sludge, and everything but wretchedness forgotten. Tonight he's in the pink, but soon he'll die, and still the war goes on. He don't know why. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Redeemer by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org 1916 Darkness, the rain sluiced down, the mire was deep, it was past twelve on a mid-winter night, when peaceful folk in beds lay snug asleep. There with much work to do before the light,

29:44we lugged our clay-sucked boots as best we might, along the trench. Sometimes a butt-at-sang, and droning shells burst with a hollow bang. We were soaked, chilled, and wretched, everyone, darkness, the distant wing of a huge gun. I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm, a rocket-fizzed and burned with blanching flair, and lit the face of what had been a form, floundring in murk. He stood before me there. I say that he was Christ, stiff in the glare, and leaning forward from his burdening task, both arms supporting it, his eyes on mine, stared from the woeful head that seemed a mask of mortal pain, in hell's unholy shine. No thorny crown, only a woolen cap he wore,

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32:58the Jeep driving to fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand, even the Jeep Grill Registered Trademarks of the AUS LLC. Now he has learned that nights are very long, and dawn a watching of the windowed sky. But to the end, unjudging, heel and deer, horror and pain. Not uncontent to die, that Lancaster on loon may stand secure. He faced me, reeling in his weariness, sholdering his load of planks so hard to bear. I say that he was Christ, who brought to bless all grooping things with freedom, bright as air, and with his mercy washed and made them fair. Then the flames sank, and all grew black as pitch, while we began to struggle along the ditch,

34:03and someone flung his burden in the muck mumbling, oh Christ almighty, now I'm stuck! 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Wyrers by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for librivox.org Pass it along the wiring parties going out, and yawning centuries mumble, wyrers going out, unraveling, twisting, hammering stakes with muffled thud, they toil with stealthy haste and anger in their blood. The Bosch sends up a flare, black forms stand rigid there, stalks still like posts, then darkness, and the clumsy ghost

35:05stride thither and thither whispering, tripped by clutching snare of snags and tangles, ghastly dawn with vaporous coasts gleams desolate along the sky. Nights misery ended. Young Hughes was badly hit, I heard him carried away, moaning at every lurch, no doubt he'll die today. But we can say the front line wires been safely mended. 1917 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. A working party by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for librivox.org 3 hours ago he blundered up the trench, sliding and poising, grooping with his boots,

36:06sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls, with hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk. He couldn't see the man who walked in front, only he heard the drum and rattle of feet, stepping along the trench boards, often splashing wretchedly, where the sludge was anchored deep. Voices would grunt, keep to your right make way, when squeezing past the man from the front line, white faces peered, puffing a point of red. Candles and braziers glinted through the chinks and curtain flaps of dugouts. Then the gloom swallowed his sense of sight, he stooped and swore because a sagging wire had caught his neck. A flare went up, the shining whiteness spread and flickered upward, showing nimble rats and mounds of glimmering

37:07sandbags bleached with rain, then the slow silver moment died in dark. The wind came posting by with chilly gusts and buffeting at corners, piping thin and dreary through the crannies. Rifle shots would split and crack and sing along the night, and shells came calmly through the drizzling air to burst with hollow bang, below the hill. Three hours ago he stumbled up the trench, now he will never walk that road again. He must be carried back, a jolting lump beyond all need of tenderness and care, a nine-stone corpse, with nothing more to do. He was a young man with a meager wife and two pale children in a midland town. He showed the photograph to all his mates,

38:07and they considered him a decent chap who did his work and hadn't much to say, and always laughed at other people's jokes because he hadn't any of his own. That night when he was busy at his job of piling bags along the parapet, he thought how slow time went, stamping his feet and blowing on his fingers, pinched with cold. He thought of getting back by half past twelve and a tot of rum to send him warm to sleep in drafty dug-out frowsty with the fumes of coke and full of snoring, weary men. He pushed another bag along the top, craning his body outward. Then a flare gave one white glimpse of no man's land and wire, and as he dropped his head the instant split his startled life with lead, and all went out. 1916

39:11And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Stand Two, Good Friday Morning, By Seek Freed So Soon, Red For LibriVox.org I'd been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst I heard them snore. Stand Two, Somebody Grunted and Swore. Dawn was misty. The skies were still. Larks were singing, discordant, shrill. They seemed happy, but I felt ill. Deep in water, I splashed my way, up the trench to our bogged front line. Rain had fallen, the whole damned night.

40:11Oh, Jesus, send me a wound today, and I'll believe in your bread and wine, and get my bloody old sins washed white. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. They, by Seek Freed So Soon, Red For LibriVox.org The Bishop tells us, when the boys come back they will not be the same, for they'll have fought in a just cause. They lead the last attack on Antichrist. Their comrades blood has bought new right to breed an honorable race. They have challenged death and dared him face to face. Where none of us the same, the boys reply. For George lost both his legs and Bill Stone blind,

41:16for Jim shot through the lungs and liked to die, and Birtscon syphilitic, you'll not find a chap who served that hasn't found some change. And the Bishop said, the ways of God are strange. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. BASE DETAILS By Seek Freed So Soon, Red For LibriVox.org 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, petrol-and-face, guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, reading the role of honor.

42:16For 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 total safely home and die in bed. 1917 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. 1916 BASE DETAILS BASE DETAILS By Seek Freed So Soon, Red For LibriVox.org The house is crammed, tear beyond tear they grin and caculate the show, while prancing ranks of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din, where sure the kaiser loves the dear old tanks. I'd like to see a tank come down the stalls, lurching to ragtime tunes, or home sweet home,

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45:311-800-545-5979. 19-16 And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The General by Seek Freed Sasoon Red for LibriVox.org Good morning, good morning, the general said when we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of them dead and were cursing his staff for incompetence wine. He's a cheery old card, grunted Harry to Jack as they slugged up to Aris with rifle and pack. But he did for them both by his plan of attack. 1917

46:34And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trench Duty by Seek Freed Sasoon Red for LibriVox.org Shaken from sleep and numb and scarce awake, out in the trench with three hours watch to take, I blunder through the splashing murk, and then hear the gruff muttering voices of the men, crouching in cabins, candle-chinked with light. Hark! There's a big bombardment on our right, rumbling and bumping, and the darks a glare of flickering horror in the sectors where we raid the bush. Men waiting stiff and chilled, or crawling on their bellies through the wire. What, stretcher bearers wanted? Someone killed? Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire. Why did he do it?

47:39Starlight overhead, blank stars. I'm wide awake, and some chaps dead. 1917 And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Dugout by Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled and one arm bent across your sullen cold exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, deep shadowed from the candle's guttering gold, and you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder. Drowsy you mumble, and sigh, and shift your head. You are too young to fall asleep forever, and when you sleep, you remind me of the dead.

48:441918 And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. At Carnois by Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org Down in the hollow there's the whole brigade, camped in four groups, through twilight falling slow I hear a sound of mouth organs, ill-played, and murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low. Crouched among thistle-tops, I've watched the glow of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade, and I'm content. Tomorrow we must go to take some cursed wood. Oh, world, God made! 1916

49:46And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Atack by Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org At dawn the ridgy mergers, mast and done, in the wild purple of the glowering sun, smoldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud the menacing scarred slope, and one by one tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts, then plumsly bowed with bombs and guns and shovels and battle gear, minjossil and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey muttering faces musked with fear, they leave their trenches going over the top, while timetakes blank and busy on their wrists, and hope, with furtive eyes and

50:52grappling fists, flounders in mud. Oh, Jesus, make it stop! 1917 And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. 1916 Counter-attack by Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org We'd gained our first objective hours before, while dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. Things seemed all right at first, we held their line, with bombers posted, Lewis guns well placed, and clink of shovels deepening the shallow trench. The place was rotten with dead, green clumsy legs, high-booted, sprawled and groveled along the saps, and trunks faced downward in the sucking mud,

51:59wallowed like trottern sandbags loosely filled, and naked sudden buttocks, mats of hair, bulged fluttered heads, slept in the plastering slime, and then the rain began, the jolly old rain. A yawning soldier knelt against the bank, staring across the morning blear with fog. He wondered when the elements would get busy, and then of course they started with five nines traversing, sure as fate, and never a dud. Mute in the clamor of shells he watched them burst, spouting darker earth and wire with gusts from hell, while posturing giants dissolved in drifts of smoke. He crouched and flinched, dizzy with galloping fear, sick for escape, loathing the strangled horror and butchered frantic gestures of the dead.

53:06An officer came blundering down the trench, stand to and man the firestep, on he went gasping and bawling. Firestep, counterattack, then the haze lifted, bombing on the right down the old sap, machine guns on the left, and stumbling figures looming out in front. Oh Christ, they're coming at us! Bullets spat, and he remembered his rifle, rapid fire, and started blazing wildly. Then a bang crumpled and spun him sideways, knocked him out to grunt and wriggle. Non-heeded him, he choked and fought the flapping veils of smothering gloom, lost in a blurred confusion of yells and groans. Down, and down, and down he sank, and drowned. Bleeding to death, the counterattack had failed. 1917

54:14And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Rear Guard, by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Hindenburg Line, April 1917 Groping along the tunnel, step by step, he winged his prying torch with patching glare from side to side, and sniffed the unholsom air. Tins, boxes, bottles, shapes too vague to know, a mirror smashed the mattress from a bed, and he, exploring fifty feet below the rosy gloom of battle overhead. Tripping, he grabbed the wall, saw someone lie hummed at his feet, half-hidden by a rug, and stooped to give the sleepers a'ra matug. I'm looking for headquarters.

55:18No reply. God blaster neck, for days he'd had no sleep. Get up and guide me through the stinking place. Savage, he kicked a soft unanswering heap, and flushed his beam across the livid face, terribly glaring up, whose eyes yet wore agony, dying hard ten days before, and fists of fingers clutched a blackening wound. Coming to the registered trademark of Cummins Inc. Rem and Hemi are registered trademarks of FCA US LLC.

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58:05With sweat of horror in his hair, he climbed through darkness to the twilight hair, unloading hell behind him step by step. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. Suicide in trenches. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org. A new, a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in empty joy, slept soundly through the lonesome dark and whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cow'd and glum, with crumbs and lice and lack of rum, he put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye who cheer when soldier lads, march by, sneak home and

59:11pray you'll never know the hell where youth and laughter go. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. Remorse. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org Lost in the swamp and welter up the pit, he flounders off the duckboards, only he knows each flash and spouting crash, each instant lit when bloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes heavily blindly on, and while he blunders, could anything be worse than this, he wonders, remembering how he saw those Germans run, screaming for mercy among the stumps of trees. Green-faced, they dodged and darted, there was one livid with terror clutching at his knees. Our chaps were sticking him like pigs.

1:00:18Oh hell, he thought, there's things in war one dare not tell for father sitting safe at home, who reads of dying heroes and their deathless deeds. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. The Hawthorn Tree. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org Not much to me is Yonder Lane, where I go every day, but when there's been a shower of rain, and hedgebirds whistle gay, I know my lad that's out in France, with fearsome things to see, would give his eyes for just one glance at our white Hawthorn Tree. Not much to me is Yonder Lane,

1:01:19where he so long's too tread, but when there's been a shower of rain, I think I'll never weep again, until I've heard he's dead. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. 17 Glory of Women. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org You love us when we're heroes, home, unleave, or wounded in a mention of all place. You worship decorations. You believe that shivalry redeems the war's disgrace. You make us shells. You listen with delight. By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled. You crown our distant orders while we fight, and mourn our laurel memories when we're killed.

1:02:24You can't believe that British troops retire, when hills last horror breaks them, and they run, trampling the terrible corpses blind with blood. Oh German mother, dreaming by the fire, while you are knitting socks to send your son, his face is trotten, deeper in the mud. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. Lamentations. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org I found him in a guard room at the base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying, and blundered in, with puzzled patient face a sergeant watched him. It was no good trying to stop it

1:03:28for he howled and beat his chest, and all because his brother had gone west, raved at the bleeding war. His rampant grief moaned, shouted, subbed and choked, while he was kneeling half-naked on the floor. In my belief such men have lost all patriotic feeling. 1917 Indo-Polm, this recording is in the public domain. The effect. By Seek Freed Sasoon. Red for LibriVox.org The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before. War correspondents. He'd never seen so many dead before. They sprawled in yellow daylight while

1:04:32he swore and gasped and lugged his everlasting load of bombs along what once had been a road. How peaceful are the dead? Who put that silly gag in someone's head? He'd never seen so many dead before. The lilting words danced up and down his brain while corpses jumped and capered in the rain. No, no, he wouldn't count them anymore. The dead have done with pain. They've choked, they can't come back to life again. When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, flapping along the firestep like a fish, after the blazing crump had knocked him flat. How many dead, as many as ever you wish, don't count them, there are too many, who'll buy my nice fresh corpses to a penny.

1:05:371917 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Died off wounds by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. His wet white face and miserable eyes brought nurses to him more than groans and size, but horse and low and rapid rose and fell his troubled voice. He did the business well. The ward grew dark, but he was still complaining and calling out for Dicky, curse the wood, it's time to go. Oh Christ, and what's the good, we'll never take it, and it's always raining. I wondered where he'd been, then heard him shout, they snipe like hell, oh Dicky, don't go out.

1:06:45I fell asleep. Next morning he was dead, and some slight wound lay smiling on his bed. 1916 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Autumn by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves the bronzed battalions of the stricken wood in whose lament I hear a voice that grieves for battles fruitless harvest, and the feud of outrage, men. Their lives are like the leaves scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown along the westering furnace flaring red. Oh martyred youth and manhood overthrown, the burden of your wrongs

1:07:52is on my head. 1917 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. 12 months after by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Hello, here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. The war will be over soon. What hopes? No bloody fear. Then, number seven, Sean, all present and correct, they're standing in the sun, impassive and erect, young Gibson with his grin and Morgan tired and white, Jordan, who's out to win a DCM some night, and Hughes that's keen on wiring, and Davies 79, who always must be firing at the Bosch front line. Old soldiers never die, they simply fight

1:08:57a why, that's what they used to sing along the roads last spring. That's what they used to say before the push began. That's where they are today, knocked over to a man. 1917 And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. 17. Does it matter by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org? Does it matter losing your legs for people will always be kind, and you need not show that you mind, when the others come in after football, to gobble their muffins and eggs. Does it matter losing your sight, there's such splendid work for the blind, and people will always

1:09:59be kind, as you sit on the terrace remembering, and turning your face to the light. Do they matter those dreams from the pit, you can drink and forget and be glad, and people won't say that you're mad, for they'll know that you fought for your country, and no one will worry a bit. 1917 17. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. To any dead officer, by Seekfried Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. Well, how are things in heaven? I wish you'd say, because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell me, have you found everlasting day, or been sucked in by everlasting night,

1:11:02for when I shut my eyes your face shows plain. I hear you make some cherry-old remark. I can rebuild you in my brain, though you've got out patrolling in the dark. You hated tours of trenches, you were proud of nothing more than having good years to spend. Longed to get home and join the careless crowd of chaps who work in peace, with time for friend. That's all washed out now, you're beyond the wire. No earthly chance comes and you crawling back. You finished with machine gunfire, knocked over in a hopeless dud attack. Somehow I always thought you'd get done in, because you were so desperate keen to live. You were all out to try and save your skin, well knowing how much the world had got to give. You joked at shells and talked the usual shop, stuck to your dirty job and did it fine,

1:12:05with Jesus Christ, when will it stop? Three years, it's hell unless we break their line. So when they told me you'd been left for dead, I wouldn't believe them, feeling it must be true. Next week the bloody roll of honor said, wounded and missing. That's the thing to do when lads are left in shell holes, dying slow, with nothing but blank sky and wounds that ache, moaning for water till they know its night, and then it's not worthwhile to wake. Goodbye old lad, remember me to God, and tell him that our politicians where they won't give in until Prussian rules been troughed under the heel of England. Are you there? It's fall in Jeep country, and during the driving to fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee,

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1:14:08there's a Toyota that's just right for you, and with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy! Toyota, let's go places. Yes, and the war won't end for at least two years, but we've got stacks of men. I'm blind with tears staring into the dark. Cheer, oh, I wish they'd killed you in a decent show. 1917 Indle poem, this recording is in the public domain. Sick leave, by Seek Freed's Assoon, redforlibrivox.org When I'm asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm, they come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.

1:15:14While the dim-charging breakers of the storm, bellow and drawn and rumble overhead, out of the gloom they gather about my bed. They whisper to my heart, their thoughts are mine. Why are you here with all your watches ended? From each to freeze we sought you in the line. In bitter safety I awake, unfriended, and while the dawn begins with slashing ray and I think of the battalion in the mud, when are you going out to them again? Are they not still your brothers through our blood? 1917 Indle poem, this recording is in the public domain. Banishment, by Seek Freed's Assoon, redforlibrivox.org

1:16:16I am banished from the patient men who fight. They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to waking shoulders side by side, they trudged away from life's broad wheels of light. Their wrongs were mine, and ever in my sight they went arrayed in honor. But they died. Not one by one, and mutinous I cried to those who sent them out into the night. The darkness tells how vainly I have striven to free them from the pit where they must dwell in outcast gloom, convulsed and jagged and driven by grappling guns. Love drove me to rebel. Love drives me back to grope with them through hell, and in their tortured eyes I stand forgiven.

1:17:231917 Indle poem, this recording is in the public domain. Deird musicians, by Seek Freed's Assoon, redforlibrivox.org From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, the substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart and lit my pinnacle desire. You were the ardor and the bright procession of my thoughts toward prayer. You were the wrath of storm, the light on distant citadels, a flare. Great names, I cannot find you now in these loud years of youth that strives through doom towards peace. Up on my brow I wear a wreath of banished lives. You have no part with lads who fought and

1:18:27laughed and suffered at my side. Your fugs and symphonies have brought no memory of my friends who died, for when my brain is on their track in slangy speech I call them back, with fox trot tunes their ghosts I charm. Another little drink won't do us any harm I think of ragtime, a bit of ragtime and see their faces crowding round to the sound of the syncopated beat. They've got such jolly things to tell, home from hell with a blighty wound so neat, and so the song breaks off and I'm alone. They're dead, for God's sake stop that gramophone. 1917 Indle poem, this recording is in the public domain. Repression of War Experience by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org

1:19:41Now light the candles, one, two, there's a moth, what silly beggars they are to blunder in and scorch their wings with glory. Look with 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. Now light your pipe. Look, what a steady hand! draw a deep breath, stop thinking, count fifteen, and your was right as rain. Why won't it rain? I wish there'd be a thunderstorm tonight with buckets full of water to slush the dark and make the roses hang their dripping heads. Vox, what a jolly company they are standing so quiet and patient on their shelves dressed in dim brown and

1:20:47black and white and green, and every kind of color. Which will you read? Come on, oh do read something there so wise, I tell you all the wisdom of the world is waiting for you on those shelves, and yet you sit and know your nails and let your pipe out and listen to the silence. On the ceiling there's one big dizzy moth that bumps and flutters, and in the breathless air outside the house the garden waits for something that delays. There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees. Not people killed in battle, they're in France, but horrible shapes in shrouds. Old man who died slow natural deaths, old men with ugly souls who wore their bodies out with nasty sins. You're quiet and peaceful, summering safe at home, you'd never think there was a bloody war on.

1:21:50Oh yes you would. Why, you can hear the guns. Park, thud, thud, thud, quite soft, they never cease, those whispering guns. Oh Christ I want to go out and screech at them to stop, I'm going crazy, I'm going stark staring mad because of the guns. 1917 19 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Survivors By Seek Freed Sasoon Red for LibriVox.org 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 scarred faces,

1:22:56learning 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 shattered all their pride. Men who went out to battle, grim and glad, children with eyes that hate you, broken and mad. 1917 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. 17 Memorial Tablet By Seek Freed Sasoon Red for LibriVox.org Great War Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight under Lord Darby's scheme. I died in hell, they called it Passiondale.

1:23:58My wound was slight and I was hobbling back, and then a shell burst slick up on the dockboards, so I fell into the bottomless mud and lost the light. In sermon time, while Squire is in his pew, he gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare, for though low down upon the list, I'm there. In proud and glorious memory, that's my due. To bleeding years I fought in France for Squire. I suffered anguish that he's never guessed. Once I came home on leave, and then went west. At QVC, shopping is more than just checking out. It's discovering something new every day. Start with today's special value. Then explore exciting finds across the brands and categories you love. From beauty and fashion to home, culinary and outdoor living.

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1:26:05Shop now at QVC.com What greater glory could a man desire? 1918 And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Concert Party by Seek Freights Assoon RedForLibriVox.org Egyptian Basecamp They are gathering round, out of the twilight over the grey blue sand, sholes of low-jargining men drift inward to the sound, the jangle and throb of a piano. Tom to Tom, drawn by a lamp, they come out of the glimmering lines of their tents over the shuffling sand. O sing us the songs, the songs of our own land, you warbling ladies in white.

1:27:13Dimness conceals the hunger in our faces, this wall of faces risen out of the night, these eyes that keep their memories of the places so long beyond their sight. Jaded and gay the ladies sing, and the chap in brown tilts his grey hat, jaunty and lean and pale, he rattles the keys. Some actor bloke from town. God send you home, and then a long, long trail. I hear you calling me, and Dixieland. Sing slowly, now the chorus, one by one. We hear them, drink them, till the concert's done. Silent by watch the shadowy mass of soldiers stand. Silent, they drift away, over the glimmering sand.

1:28:19Nineteen, eighteen. And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. I stood with the dead, by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. I stood with the dead, so forsaken and still, when dawn was gray, I stood with the dead, and my slow heart said, you must kill, you must kill, soldier, soldier, morning is red, on the shapes of the slain, in their crumpled disgrace, I stared for a while, through the thin cold rain, oh lad that I loved, there was rain on your face, and your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain. I stood with the dead, they were dead, they were dead, my heart and my head beat a march of dismay,

1:29:27and gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. Fall in, I shouted, fall in for your pay. Nineteen, eighteen. And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. The Death Bed, by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org. He drowsed, and was aware of silence heaped round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls, aqueous, like floating rays of amber light, soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep, silence and safety, and his mortal shore, lipped by the inward moonless waves of death. Someone was holding water to his mouth, he swallowed, unresisting, moaned, and dropped through

1:30:32crimson gloom to darkness, and forgot the opiate throb and ache that was his wound. Water, calm, sliding green above the weir, water, a skylit alley for his boat, bird voiced, and bordered with reflected flowers, and shaken hues of summer. Drifting down he dipped contented oars, and sighed and slipped. Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward, blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve. Night, he was blind, he could not see the stars glinting among the rates of wandering cloud, queer blots of color, purple, scarlet, green, flickered, and faded in his drowning eyes. Rain, he could hear it rustling through the dark, fragrance,

1:31:32and passionless music woven as one, warm rain, on drooping roses, patterning showers that soak the woods, not the harsh rain that sweeps behind the thunder, but a trickling peace, gently and slowly, washing life away. He stirred, shifting his body, then the pain leaped like a prowling beast, and gripped and tore his groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs. But someone was beside him, soon he lay shuddering because that evil thing had passed, and death who'd stepped toward him, paused and stared. Light many lamps, and gather around his bed, lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live. Speak to him, rouse him, you may save him yet.

1:32:35He's young, he hated war, how should he die when cruel old campaigners win safe through? But death replied, I choose him, so he went, and there was silence in the summer night, silence and safety, and the veils of sleep. Then far away, the thudding of the guns, 1916, and opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Song Books of the War by Seek Freetzessun Red for LibriVox.org In fifty years when peace out shines remembrance of the battle lines, adventurous lads will

1:33:37sigh and cast proud looks upon the plundered past, on summer more nor winter's night, their hearts will kindle for the fight, reading a snatch of soldier's song, savage and jaunty, fierce and strong, and through the angry marching rhymes of blind regret, and haggard mirth, they'll envy us the dazzling times when sacrifice absolved our earth. Some ancient man with silver locks will lift his weary face to say, war was a fiend who stopped our clocks, although we met him grim and gay, and then he'll speak of hagg's less drive, marveling that any came alive out of the shambles that men built and smashed to cleanse the world of guilt. But the boys with grim and side-long glance will think, for Grandad's day is done,

1:34:38and dream of lads who fought in France and lived in time to share the fun. 1917 Indo poem, this recording is in the public domain. Reconciliation by Seek Freetzessun Red for LibriVox.org When you were standing at your hero's grave or near some homeless village where he died, remember through your hearts rekindling pride the German soldiers who were loyal and brave. Men fought like brutes and hideous things were done, and you have nourished hatred harsh and blind, but in that Golgotha, perhaps you'll find the mothers of the men who killed your son.

1:35:391918 Indo poem, this recording is in the public domain. After math by Seek Freetzessun, red for LibriVox.org Have you forgotten yet? For the worlds of vents have rumbled on since those gagged days, like traffic checked a while at the crossing of cityways, and the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow like clouds in the lit heaven of life, and you're a man reprieved to go, taking your peaceful share of time with joy to spare.

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1:37:551-800-545-5979. At QVC, shopping is more than just checking out. It's discovering something new every day. Start with today's special value. Then explore exciting finds across the brands and categories you love, from beauty and fashion to home, culinary and outdoor living. Shop now at QVC.com But the past is just the same, and war is a bloody game. Have you forgotten yet? Look down and swear by the slain of the war that you'll never forget. Do you remember the dark months you held the sector and momets? The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets? Do you remember the rats and the stench of corpses rotting in front of the front line trench?

1:39:01And dawn coming, dirty white and chill with a hopeless rain? Do you ever stop and ask, is it all going to happen again? Do you remember that hour of din before the attack and the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then, as you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men? Do you remember the stretcher cases lurching back with dying eyes and lulling heads? Those ashen grey masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay. Have you forgotten yet? Look up and swear by the green of the spring that you'll never forget. 1919 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain.

1:40:07Memory by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org When I was young my heart and head were light and I was gay and feckless as a cult out in the fields with morning in the may, wind on the grass, wings in the orchard bloom. O thrilling sweet my joy when life was free and all the pets led on from Hawthorn time across the caroling meadows into June. But now my heart is heavy laden, I sit burning my dreams away beside the fire and I am rich in all that I have lost. O star shine on the fields of long ago bring me the darkness and the night in gale, dim wheels of vanished summer, peace of home and silence and the faces of my friends.

1:41:151919 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Together by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Splashing along the boggy woods all day and over brambled hedge and holding clay, I shall not think of him. But when the watery fields grow brown and dim and hounds have lost their fox and horse's tire, I know that he'll be with me on my way home through the darkness to the evening fire. Peace jump teach style along the glistening lanes, his hand will be upon the mud-soaked rains, hearing the saddle-creek, he'll wonder if the frost will come next week. I shall forget him

1:42:16in the morning light, and while we gall upon he will not speak, but at the stable door he'll say Good Night. 1917 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Rates by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org They know not the green leaves in whose earth haunting dream dimly the forest heaves and voiceless goes the stream. Strangely they seek a place in love's night-memoryed hall, peering from face to face until some heart shall call and keep them for a breath. Half mortal, hark to the rain,

1:43:17they are dead, oh hear how death grows on the shuttered pain. 1918 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Ancient History by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org At him, a brown old vulture in the rain, shivered below his wind whipped all of trees, huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggie knees, he moaned and mumble to his darkening brain. He was the grandest of them all, was cane, a lion lared in the hills that none could tire, swift as a stag, a stallion of the plain, hungry and fierce with deeds of huge desire.

1:44:20Grimly he thought of able, soft and fair, a lover with disaster in his face and scarlet blossom twisted in bright hair. Afraid to fight was murder more disgrace, God always hated cane, he bowed his head, the gaunt wild man whose lovely sons were dead. 1918 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Invocation by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath chokes and through drumming shafts of stifling death, I stumble toward escape to find the door opening on moorn where I may breathe once more,

1:45:23clear cockroach airs across some valley dim with whispering trees. While dawn along the rim of night's horizon flows in lakes of fire, come down from heaven's bright hill, my song's desire. Beloved and faithful, teach my soul to wake in glades deep ranked with flowers that gleam and shake and flock your paths with wonder. In your gaze show me the vanquished vigil of my days, mute in that golden silence hung with green, come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes remembrance of all beauty that has been, and stillness from the pools of paradise. 1917 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain.

1:46:29Idol by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org In the grey summer garden I shall find you, with daybreak and the morning hills behind you, 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 solace-leap, and I shall know the sense of life reborn, from dreams into the mystery of mourn, where gloom and brightness meet, and standing there till that calm song is done, at last will share the leak-spread requiring symphonies that are joy in the world, and peace, and dawn's one star.

1:47:291918 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. 1817 Slumber song by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Sleep, and my song shall build about your bed a paradise of dimness, you shall feel the folding of tired wings, and peace will dwell, thrown in your silence, and one hour shall hold summer, and midnight, and a mancity, lulled to forgetfulness, for where you dream the stately gloom of foliage, shall embarry your slumbering thought with tapestries of blue, and there shall be no memory of the sky, nor sunlight with its cruelty of swords,

1:48:30but to your soul that sinks from deep to deep through drowned and glimmering color, time shall be only slow, rhythmic swaying, and your breath, and roses in the darkness, and my love. 1918 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Vision by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org I love all things that pass, their briefnesses music that fades on trenchant silences, winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall, they fling delight across the world, they call to rhythmic flashing limbs that rove and race,

1:49:35a moment in the dawn for youth's lit face, a moment's passion closing on the cry, oh beauty, born of lovely things that die. 1918 And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Everyone sang by Seek Freed Sasoon, read for LibriVox.org Everyone suddenly burst out singing, and I was filled with such delight, as present 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.

1:50:37My heart was shaken with tears, and horror drifted away. Oh, but everyone was a bird, and the song was wordless. The singing will never be done. 1919 In opulm, this recording is in the public domain. And op selected poems by Seek Freed Sasoon. At QVC, shopping is more than just checking out. It's discovering something new every day. Start with today's special value. Then explore exciting finds across the brands and categories you love, from beauty and fashion to home, culinary and outdoor living. Shop now at QVC.com.

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