Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Siegfried Sassoon, "At Carnoy"
At Carnoy
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-tufts I've watched the glow
Of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;
And I'm content. To-morrow we must go
To take some cursèd Wood ... O world God made!
July 3rd, 1916
--Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918
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-tufts I've watched the glow
Of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;
And I'm content. To-morrow we must go
To take some cursèd Wood ... O world God made!
July 3rd, 1916
--Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918
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sassoon,
wwi poetry
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