Siegfried Sassoon

Here you will find the Poem A Whispered Tale of poet Siegfried Sassoon

A Whispered Tale

I?d heard fool-heroes brag of where they?d been, 
With stories of the glories that they?d seen. 
But you, good simple soldier, seasoned well 
In woods and posts and crater-lines of hell, 
Who dodge remembered `crumps? with wry grimace,
Endured experience in your queer, kind face, 
Fatigues and vigils haunting nerve-strained eyes, 
And both your brothers killed to make you wise; 
You had no babbling phrases; what you said 
Was like a message from the maimed and dead.
But memory brought the voice I knew, whose note 
Was muted when they shot you in the throat; 
And still you whisper of the war, and find 
Sour jokes for all those horrors left behind.