Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

The Watch - Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.


Comments about The Watch by Frances Darwin Cornford

  • Susan Williams (1/30/2016 12:26:00 AM)

    Hard to feel sorry for a woman who is so bored with life she'd rather die. In the meantime there are people who are struggling to live through the most horrendous of battles. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/29/2016 3:33:00 AM)

    Ya morning alarm and the ticking of the clock bother everyone...Nice poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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