Poetry Reading Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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bent double like old beggars under sacks, knock kneed, coughing like hags. We cursed through sludge till on the haunting flares we turned our backs and towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots but limped on bloodshot. All went lame, all blind, drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots of gas shells dropping softly behind gas, gas. Quick boys. An ecstasy of fumbling fitting the clumsy helmets just in time. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling and floundering like a man in fire or lime dim through the misty panes and thick green light as under a green sea. I saw him drowning in all my dreams. Before my helpless sight. He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If, in some smothering dreams, you, too, could pace behind the waggon that we flung him in and watch the white eyes writhing in his face, his hanging face like a devil's sick of sin. If you could hear at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth. Corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cut of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues. My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to Children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie down culture at Decorum est Pro Patria Mori.