Siegfried Sassoon famous quotes

The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Years #Tonight #Next

For it is humanly certain that most of us remember very little of what we have read. To open almost any book a second time is to be reminded that we had forgotten well-nigh everything that the writer told us. Parting from the narrator and his narrative, we retain only a fading impression; and he, as it were, takes the book away from us and tucks it under his arm.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Book #Fading #Arms

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Home #Gun #Thinking

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.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#War #Mad #Tree

And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Betrayal #War #Home

And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Betrayal #Halls #Jokes

Life for the majority of the population. Is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds. Culminating in a cheap funeral.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Struggle #Odds #Funeral

October's bellowing anger breakes and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodIn whose lament I hear a voice that grievesFor battle's fruitless harvest, and the feudOf outrage men. Their lives are like the leavesScattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownAlong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Men #Voice #Battle

The song was wordless; The singing will never be done.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Song #Singing #Done

The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Real

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Drawing #Land #Soldier

Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The drooping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Autumn #Blue #Flames

In the years 1910 and 1911 I had 51 innings with 10 not outs and an average of 19. This I consider a creditable record for a poet.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Years #Average #Records

The visionless officialized fatuityThat once kept Europe safe for Perpetuity.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Europe #Safe

Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Rain #Boys #Blood

O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Mother #Dream #Son

December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries. While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down Deepens, and dusk embues me where I stand, With grave diminishings of green and brown, Speak, roofless Nature, your instinctive words; And let me learn your secret from the sky, Following a flock of steadfast-journeying birds In lone remote migration beating by. December stillness, crossed by twilight roads, Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Twilight #Land #Sky

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 of death.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Hero #Lines #Fierce

Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is it makes us more than dust? My trust in him; in me his trust.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Dog #Dust #Sky

I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#War #Believe #Soldier

Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Men

I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Believe #Party #Evil

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Opposites #Rose #Duality

I didn't want to die - not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Reading #Want #Return

But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Morning #Thoughtful #Soul

How innocent were these Trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze, Stood garlanded and gay; Who now in sundown glow Of serious colour clad confront me with their show As though resigned and sad, Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold; Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old; Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you, Who tell once more in tones of time, Your foliaged farewell.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Fall #Farewell #Tired

Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and secret happiness we stumbled; and gods and demons clamoured in our senses.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Passion #Heaven #Secret

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Angel #Winter #Night

EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned 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: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Song #Heart #Dark

His wet white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well.(First verse of Died of Wounds)
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Voice #White #Rose

I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#War #Fighting #Men

I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this War, on which I entered as a war of defence and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Military #War #Believe

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
-- Siegfried Sassoon

#Soldier #Acting #Behalf