Conscious

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David Moore - Pop

Conscious

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His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed His eyes come open with a pull of will Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug! And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight? Why are they laughing? What's inside that jug? "Nurse! Doctor!" "Yes; all right, all right." But sudden dusk bewilders all the air— There seems no time to want a drink of water Nurse looks so far way. And everywhere Music and roses burnt through crimson slaughter Cold; cold; he's cold; and yеt so hot: And there's no light to see the voicеs by— No time to dream, and ask—he knows not what

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Writers
  • Wilfred Owen