BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
A poem which has long been a favourite of mine, in celebration of the joy my compatriots are feeling after England won a game on penalties. I myself feel nothing,
it seems I have fallen out of love with the beautiful game…
Oh well, enjoy.