Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Sassoon, "How to Die"



How to Die

Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.

--Siegfried Sassoon, Counter-Attack and Other Poems, 1918

2 comments:

  1. Every time you post a Sassoon poem, I end up with an urge to delete my word processing programs and hide all my pens, because I'm never writing that good, ever.

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  2. Well, he wasn't entirely a NICE person, I understand, if that helps.

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