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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Remembrance of war - XII


Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddles,
And one arm bent across your sullen cold
Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you,
Deep-shadowed from the candle's glittering gold;
And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder;
Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head . . .
You are too young to fall asleep for ever;
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

- Siegfried Sassoon

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