Conscious (James Crawford)
- Editor: James Crawford (submitted 2019-09-23). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 84 kB Copyright: CC BY ND
- Edition notes:
First published: 2019
Description: Conscious is one of several songs based upon the poetry of Wilfred Owen. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, recital or competition.
Original text and translations
His fingers wake, and flutter; up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow mayflowers by his head.
The blind-cord drawls across the window-sill...
What a smooth floor the ward has! What a rug!
Who is that talking somewhere out of sight?
Three flies are creeping round the shiny jug...
'Nurse! Doctor!' - 'Yes, all right, all right.'
But sudden evening blurs and fogs the air.
There seems no time to want a drink of water.
Nurse looks so far away. And here and there
Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter.
He can't remember where he saw blue sky…
The trench is narrower. Cold, he's cold; yet hot -
And there's no light to see the voices by…
There is no time to ask … he knows not what.