Anthology Quotes Flashcards
My Last Duchess (1)
the depth and passion of it’s earnest glance
i gave commands; then all smiles stopped
Bayonet Charge (1)
Like a man who has jumped in the dark and runs
suddenly
Charge OTLB (1)
Valley of death / Jaws of death
Checking Out me History (1)
Nanny de Maroon
see far woman / fire-woman / hopeful stream
Exposure (1)
merciless iced east winds that knife us
Extract from the Prelude (1)
small circles glittering idly in the moon
Kamikaze (1)
green-blue translucent sea
London (1)
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
Ozymandias (1)
two vast trunkless legs of stone
Poppies (1)
spasms of paper red
Remains (1)
every round rips through his life
Storm on the Island (1)
wind dives and strafes
The Emigrée (1)
white streets of that city, the graceful slopes
Tissue (1)
Paper thinned by age or touching
paper that lets the light shine through
War Photographer (1)
like running children in a nightmare heat
Exposure (2)
fingering stealth feeling for our faces
twitching agonies of men
Extract from the Prelude (2)
Lustily, I dipped my oars into the silent lake …..
my boat
Went heaving through the water like a swan
My Last Duchess (2)
For calling up that spot of joy
Looking as if she were alive
too soon made glad
London (2)
Mind forged manacles
marriage hearse
Remains (2)
blood shadow stays on the streets
somebody else and somebody else
Storm on the Island (2)
Exploding comfortably
Spits like a tame cat
Bayonet Charge (2)
In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy,
And crawled in a threshing circle
War Photographer (2)
Spools of suffering set out in ordered rows
All flesh is grass
Ozymandias (2)
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies
sneer of cold command
Tissue (2)
smoothed and stroked
turned transparent with attention
might fly our lives like paper kites
The Emigreé (2)
But my memory of it is sun-light clear
I comb its hair and love its shining eyes
Poppies (2)
All my words flattened, rolled, turned into felt
ornamental stitch
Kamikaze (2)
arcing in swathes like a huge flag waved first one way then the other in a figure of eight
turbulent inrush of breakers
Checking out me history (2)
she still brave the Russian snow
/healing star/
I carving out me identity