The poem
Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed A paradise of dimness. You shall feel The folding of tired wings; and peace will dwell Throned in your silence: and one hour shall hold Summer, and midnight, and immensity Lulled to forgetfulness. For, where you dream, The stately gloom of foliage shall embower Your slumbering thought with tapestries of blue. And there shall be no memory of the sky, Nor sunlight with its cruelty of swords. But, to your soul that sinks from deep to deep Through drowned and glimmering colour, Time shall be Only slow rhythmic swaying; and your breath; And roses in the darkness; and my love.
This is another of Sassoon's poems that is difficult to interpret. I think sometimes some poems mean much, much more to the poet that writes then than to anyone else. But not to be critical, for Sasson must surely be a great poet to be listed here, I will read again and again this poem so that, hopefully, each time I read and/or recite it, I may gain a little bit more of an understand and appreciation of it. What do you think about it?
Sincerely,
Hardy Parkerson - Lake Charles
This poem was written while he was in a hospitol, after declaring himself a pasafist he bagan to feel that he had abandoned his men, that is the meaning of this poem, shortly after he reenlisted for front line duty.