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{{Editor|James Crawford|2020-01-02}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|85}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}} | {{Editor|James Crawford|2020-01-02}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|85}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}} | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Conscious 2nd Edition''}} | |||
{{Composer|James Crawford}} | {{Composer|James Crawford}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Wilfred Owen}} | {{Lyricist|Wilfred Owen}} | ||
{{Voicing|1|S}} | {{Voicing|1|S}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Art songs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Piano}} | {{Instruments|Piano}} | ||
{{Pub|1|2020}} | {{Pub|1|2020}} | ||
{{Descr|Conscious (2nd edition) is the third of seven songs based upon the poems of Wilfred Owen. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or a recital or competition.}} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
His fingers wake, and flutter; up the bed. | His fingers wake, and flutter; up the bed. | ||
His eyes come open with a pull of will, | His eyes come open with a pull of will, | ||
Helped by the yellow | Helped by the yellow mayflowers by his head. | ||
The blind-cord drawls across the window-sill… | The blind-cord drawls across the window-sill… | ||
What a smooth floor the ward has! What a rug! | What a smooth floor the ward has! What a rug! | ||
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Three flies are creeping round the shiny jug… | Three flies are creeping round the shiny jug… | ||
‘Nurse! Doctor!’—‘Yes, all right, all right.’ | ‘Nurse! Doctor!’—‘Yes, all right, all right.’ | ||
But sudden evening muddles all the | But sudden evening muddles all the air. | ||
There seems no time to want a drink of water. | There seems no time to want a drink of water. | ||
Nurse looks so far away. And here and there | Nurse looks so far away. And here and there | ||
Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter. | Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter. | ||
He can’t remember where he saw blue sky. | 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 … | And there’s no light to see the voices by … | ||
There is no time to | There is no time to ask...he knows not what.}} | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2020-01-02) CPDL #56499:
- Editor: James Crawford (submitted 2020-01-02). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 85 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Conscious 2nd Edition
Composer: James Crawford
Lyricist: Wilfred Owen
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2020
Description: Conscious (2nd edition) is the third of seven songs based upon the poems of Wilfred Owen. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or a recital or competition.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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 muddles all 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.