Siegfried Sassoon Quotes

A man may be born a poet, but he has to make himself an artist as well.

The skull that housed white angels and had vision Of daybreak through the gateways of the mind.

Here Vaughan lies dead, whose name flows on for ever Through pastures of the spirit washed with dew And starlit with eternities unknown.

Who will remember, passing through this Gate, The unheroic Dead who fed the guns? Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate, Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?

Alone… The word is life endured and known. It is the stillness where our spirits walk And all but inmost faith is overthrown.

And what is time but shadows that were cast By these storm-sculptured stones while centuries fled? The stones remain; their stillness can outlast The skies of history hurrying overhead.