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A Sudden Quiet

Dead Soldier Boy

 

THE QUIET

I could not understand the sudden quiet—
The sudden darkness— in the crash of fight,
The din and glare of day quenched in a twinkling
In utter starless night.

I lay an age and idly gazed at nothing,
Half-puzzled that I could not lift my head;
And then I knew somehow that I was lying
Among the other dead.

(poem by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, 1917)

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