Conscious
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
Track 1
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Music and roses burnt through crimson slaughter.
Nurse! Doctor!" "Yes; all right, all right.
And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight?
Nurse looks so far away. And everywhere
Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
No time to dream, and ask—he knows not what.
How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Cold; cold; he's cold; and yet so hot:
But sudden dusk bewilders all the air—
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
There seems no time to want a drink of water.
Why are they laughing? What's inside that jug?
And there's no light to see the voices by—
A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
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