"Attack" is a poem by British poet and World War I soldier Siegfried Sassoon, first published in his 1918 collection Counter-Attack and Other Poems. The poem offers a bleak and unflinching look at the horrors of combat, making no attempt to mythologize its subject or create a sense of heroism. It describes the moment when soldiers, following the order to "attack," go over the trenches and into the line of enemy fire. This often resulted in a catastrophic loss of life with marginal gains in territory. In its final words, the poem makes a plea to "Jesus" to "make it stop!"
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1At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
2In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
3Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
4The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
5Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
6The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
7With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
8Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
9Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
10They leave their trenches, going over the top,
11While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
12And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
13Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!
1At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
2In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
3Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
4The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
5Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
6The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
7With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
8Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
9Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
10They leave their trenches, going over the top,
11While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
12And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
13Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!
At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the 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!
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Sassoon's Correspondence — A letter from Sassoon to his uncle, shortly after Sassoon was wounded in battle.
Sassoon's Life and Work — A BBC Radio documentary about Siegfried Sassoon and his poetry.
More Poems From WWI — A valuable resource from the Poetry Foundation focusing on First World War poetry.
A Reading of the Poem — Sassoon's poem read brilliantly by actor Gemma Arteton.
Another Reading, This Time by Helen Mirren! — This excellent reading is by actor Dame Helen Mirren.
Bringing WWI to Life — In this clip, director Peter Jackson discusses his recent WWI film, They Shall Not Grow Old. Though technology, Jackson brings old war footage to vivid life, restoring a sense of the soldiers as actual people.