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Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) was born into a wealthy Anglo-Jewish family and his early life was...
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Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled.
And one arm bent across your sullen, cold,
Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you,
Deep-shadow'd from the candle's guttering gold;
And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder;
Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head...
You are too young to fall asleep for ever;
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.
from Collected Poems 1908-1956 (Faber & Faber, 1961), © 1918, 1920 by E. P. Dutton, © 1936, 1946, 1947, 1948 by Siegfried Sassoon, by permission of Barbara Levy as agent for George Sassoon and of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.
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