Poetry Anthology Quotes Flashcards
STORM ON THE ISLAND by Seamus Heaney
"we just sit tight" "exploding comfortably" "tame cat turned savage" "it pummels your house too" "bombarded by empty air"
BAYONET CHARGE by Ted Hughes
"smacking the belly out of the air" "cold clockwork" "patriotic tear" "numb as a smashed arm" "sweating like molten iron" "raw in raw-seamed hot khaki" "yellow hare that rolled like a flame"
KAMIKAZE by Beatrice Garland
"a flask of water" "the better way to die" "like a huge flag" "enough fuel for a one way journey" "a samurai sword"
WAR PHOTOGRAPHER by Carol Ann Duffy
“fields which don’t explode”
“eyeballs prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers”
“spools of suffering”
“Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass”
“hands which did not tremble then, though seem to now”
OZYMANDIAS by Percy Bysshe Shelley
"sneer of cold command" "look on my works ye mighty and despair" "king of kings" "lone and level sands stretch far away" "decay of that colossal wreck"
THE EMIGREE by Carol Rumens
"my memory of it is sunlight-clear" "branded by an impression of sunlight" "I comb its hair and love its shining eyes" "child's vocabulary I carried here" "as time rolls its tanks"
EXPOSURE by Wilfred Owen
“sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence”
“merciless iced east winds knive us”
“worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous”
“winds nonchalance”
“less deadly than the air”
“pale flakes with fingering stealth”
LONDON by William Blake
"mind-forged manacles" "I wander through each chartered street" "every blackning church appalls" "marks of weakness, marks of woe" "In every Infants cry of fear" "In every chimney sweepers cry"
REMAINS by Simon Armitage
"tosses his guts" "his blood shadow stays on the street" "Dream, and he's torn apart" "his bloody life in my bloody hands" "rips through his life" "sort of inside out" "End of story, except not really" "three of a kind"
THE PRELUDE by William Wordsworth
"small circles glittering idly" "a huge peak, black and huge" "huge and mighty forms" "o'er my thoughts there hung a darkness" "grim shape towered up"
POPPIES by Jane Weir
“leaned against it like a wishbone”
“graze my nose across the tip of your nose”
“the front door, threw it open”
“sellotape bandaged around my hand”
“an ornamental stitch”
“my stomach busy making tucks, darts, pleats”