Bombardment

Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent crash
Which meant our death.

The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,
Slept, muttering and twitching,
While the shells crashed overhead.

The fifth day there came a hush;
We left our holes
And looked above the wreckage of the earth
To where the white clouds moved in silent lines
Across the untroubled blue.

by Siegfried Sassoon

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Interesting! You ALSO show the SAME poem as written by Richard Aldington. It appears in Up The Line To Death - The War Poets 1914 -18 - An Anthology Selected and Arranged by Brian Gardner (C) 1964, Reprint 1969 on page 83 in both the hard-back and paper-back editions. Any idea WHO wrote it? ? I would be interested to know. I can not locate it in any books of Sassoon's poetry