A Childs Nightmare by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That same hideous nightmare thing, Talking, as he lapped my blood, In a voice cruel and flat, Saying for ever, Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!... That one word was all he said, That one word through all my sleep, In monotonous mock despair. Nonsense may be light as air, But theres Nonsense that can keep Horror bristling round the head, When a voice cruel and flat Says for ever, Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!... He had faded, he was gone Years ago with Nursery Land, When he leapt on me again From the clank of a night train, Overpowered me foot and head, Lapped my blood, while on and on The old voice cruel and flat Says for ever, Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!... Morphia drowsed, again I lay In a crater by High Wood: He was there with straddling legs, Staring eyes as big as eggs, Purring as he lapped my blood, His black bulk darkening the day, With a voice cruel and flat, Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!... he said, Cat! ... Cat!... When Im shot through heart and head, And theres no choice but to die, The last word Ill hear, no doubt, Wont be Charge! or Bomb them out! Nor the stretcher-bearers cry, Let that body be, hes dead! But a voice cruel and flat Saying for ever, Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! A Childs Nightmare by Robert Graves - Reading https://youtube/watch?v=dhGSZKfmRu8
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 07:21:42 +0000
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