You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, 
Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why 
Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented-- 
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry. 

You are aware that once I sought the Grail, 
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong; 
And it was told that through my infant wail 
There rose immortal semblances of song. 

But now I've said good-bye to Galahad, 
And am no more the knight of dreams and show: 
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad, 
And my killed friends are with me where I go. 
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs; 
And there is absolution in my songs. 

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Poet: Siegfried Sassoon
Poem: The Poet as Hero

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