Two poems by the First World War poets both appeared in the pages of the New Statesman – the first in June 1918, the second March 1919.
Sassoon (or “Sashûn”, as he signed himself here) was one of only a handful of Great War poets who survived the fighting. This poem was first published in the New Statesman of 22 May 1926.
Behind each window
is a tableau
like in an advent
The man emptying bins on the prom might be my age,
though healthier looking, tanned, bare-armed
Sad news as an American literary icon passes away.
Frost today; a scuffed white on the roads
from street to street, where nobody will wake
for years, the Cousteau-blue
of TV at each window like the room
The ne plus ultra of our lying down,
Sled-riders face-down see the earth unpeeled