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Siegfried Sassoon
- Absolution
- 'Blighters'
- The Kiss
- The Redeemer
- Suicide in the
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The Kiss

To these I turn, in these I trust--
Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
To his blind power I make appeal,
I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,
And splits a skull to win my praise;
But up the nobly marching days
She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this:
That in good fury he may feel
The body where he sets his heel
Quail from your downward darting kiss.

- Siegfried Sassoon


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