Poetry

[amberdreams]

So yesterday was National Poetry Day, and me and my friend Ana were talking about Siegfried Sassoon.  This poem of his is one of my favourites, and so here it is, a day late.

                                                     

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such delight

As prisoned birds must find freedom,

Winging wildly across the white

Orchards and dark green fields; on – on and out of sight

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;

And beauty came like the setting sun:

My heart was shaken with tears; and horror

Drifted away…O, but Everyone

Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

April 1919 Siegfried Sassoon