poetry Flashcards
war: the manhunt: trace…
Trace the frozen river which ran through his face
war: the manhunt: foetus…
The foetus of metal beneath his chest
war: dulce: the old lie..
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
war: dulce: blood gargling…
The blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
war: dulce: asleep
Men marched asleep
love: valentine: onion..
Not a red rose or a satin heart; I give you an onion
love: valentine: cling
Lethal. its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife
love: cozy apologia: stolen…
I fill this stolen time with you
love: cozy apologia: teenage…
Teenage crushes on worthless boys whose only talent was to kiss you senseless
love: cozy apologia: anything..
I could pick anything and think of you
time: afternoons: the lovers…
But the lovers are all at school
time: afternoons: summer…
Summer is fading
time: to autumn: close…
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun
time: to autumn: fill….
Fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
power: hawk roosting: creation…
Now I hold Creation in my foot
power: hawk roosting: i kill…
I kill where I please because it is all mine
the manhunt: context
perspective of a wife of a soldier suffering from ptsd
by simon armitage
dulce: context
wilfred owen was killed in action one week before the end of ww1
by wilfred owen
valentine: context
duffy was the first female and openly lgbt poet laureate
written by carol ann duffy
cozy apologia: context
set against the arrival of hurricane floyd
by rita dove, who is married to fred
afternoons: context
larkin never married or had children
by philip larkin
to autumn: context
keats died young shortly after this poem was written
by john keats
hawk roosting: context
ted hughes was poet laureate and was interested in nature
by ted hughes
mametz wood: context
written by owen sheers about a battle in france during ww1 where the welsh division lost 4800 men.
a wife in london: context
written about the boer war of 1899-1902 by thomas hardy
the soldier: context
by rupert brooke who had never fought on the frontlines
belonging: london: chimney….
How the chimney sweepers cry
belonging: london: youthful…
How the youthful harlots curse
belonging: living space: bright…
The bright thin walls of faith
belonging: living space: nails…
Nails clutch at open seams
power: ozymandias: i met…
I met a traveller from an antique land
power: ozymandias: look on…..
Look on my works, ye Mighty and despair! Nothing beside remains.
power: ozymandias: two vast…
Two vast and trunkless legs of stones
power: hawk roosting: i sit…
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
power: hawk roosting: my manners..
My manners are tearing off heads.
power: hawk roosting: the earth…
The earth’s face upwards for my inspection.
power: hawk roosting: i am….
I am going to keep things like this.
