Siegfried Sassoon - Attack Celeste Troonbeeckx 8 & Jamie Saelen 7 - 5ET
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack Narrator Siegfried Anti-war poetry College in Cambridge Army 1913 Attack Poem Hidenburg Line attack Hidenburg Line German defensive position Hospital broken arm
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Day is dawning Narrator something going to happen
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Tanks getting ready for the attack Artillery ready, starts fighting
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Soldiers ready to battle Attack Running through trenches Fighting against opponents
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Soldiers Scared Away from trenches To the limit
Siegfried Sassoon - Attack At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Soldiers Doing all they can Long fight Stumbling, splashing in mud
The style
Riming sceme a-a-b-c-d-b-e-d-e-g-h-h-g At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun a In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, a Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud b The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, c Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. d The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed b With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, e Men jostle and climb to, meet the bristling fire. d Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, e They leave their trenches, going over the top, g While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, h And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, h Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! g
Metaphors
At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Natural phenomenons and landscape imminent danger
At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop! Falling of the tanks
Conclusion Narrator soldier Hates it Anti-war poem Focus on the war