Quotes Innit Anthology Bruvv Flashcards
London
I wander thro’ each charter’d street
Every black’ning church appalls
Blights with plagues the marriage hearse
Living space
Not enough straight lines
Nails clutch at open seams
Bright thin walls of faith
Hawk Roosting
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed
My manners are tearing off heads
I am going to keep things like this
AIAG
Summer lapsed away
A courteous yet harrowing grace
Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful
Prelude
I heeded not the summons, happy time
Hiss’d along the polished ice
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, whilst the stars
The solider
A corner of a foreign field that is forever England
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven
Manhunt
Frozen river which ran through his face
Parachute silk of his punctured lung
Then, and only then did I come close
Afternoons
Young mothers assemble
Our wedding lying near the television
Something is pushing them to the sides of their own lives