Siegfried Sassoon

Here you will find the Poem Enemies of poet Siegfried Sassoon


He stood alone in some queer sunless place 
Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed 
For days he might have lived; but his young face 
Gazed forth untroubled: and suddenly there thronged 
Round him the hulking Germans that I shot
When for his death my brooding rage was hot. 

He stared at them, half-wondering; and then 
They told him how I?d killed them for his sake? 
Those patient, stupid, sullen ghosts of men; 
And still there seemed no answer he could make.
At last he turned and smiled. One took his hand 
Because his face could make them understand.