When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,
Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,
Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling head
phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.
Yet, though my dreams that throng the darkened stair
Can bring me no report of how you fare,
Safe quit of wars, I speed you on your way
Up lonely, glimmering fields to find new day,
Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind—
Dear, red-faced father God who lit your mind.
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i think that this poem is a very excuisit example of what war was really about and how Sassoon presents it is a good way to open the minds of todays youth to the pain and suffering that we whave come to know these many years.
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One of the earlier poems of Sassoon who began as somewhat of a propaganda piece for the British government. Later in the war the plight of the people became more apparent after he was wounded on duty in the navy and his poetry turned far sourer.
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Interesting imagery here... can't say I care for war, and it certianly hasn't changed my perception of it. But it's well penned.
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