Year 10 Poems Flashcards by Connor Hester | Brainscape

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Into The Valley of Death

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Charge of the Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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But nothing happens

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Exposure - Owen

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He lugged a rifle numb as a smashed arm

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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Probably armed, possibly not

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Remains - Armitage

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And poppies had already placed On individual war graves. Before you left,

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Poppies - Weir

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In his darkroom he is finally alone

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War Photography - Duffy

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A shaven head, full of powerful incantations

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Kamikaze - Garland

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Someone had blunder’d

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The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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Theirs but to do and die

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The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon in front of them

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The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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Flash’d all their sabres bare

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The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

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The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Tennyson

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What are we doing here?

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Exposure - Owen

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Merciless iced east winds that knive us

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Exposure - Owen

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We only know that war lasts, ran soaks and clouds sag stormy

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Exposure - Owen

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Dawn massing in her east melancholy army

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Exposure - Owen

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Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence

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Exposure - Owen

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Slowly our ghosts drag home

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Exposure - Owen

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For the love of God seems dying

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Exposure - Owen

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Pause over half known faces. All their eyes are ice

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Exposure - Owen

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In what cold clockwork of the stars and nations was he the hand pointing that second?

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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Rolled like a flame

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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King, honour, human dignity, etcetera

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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His terror’s touchy dynamite

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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Listening between his footfalls for the reason of his still running

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Bayonet Charge - Hughes

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Well myself and somebody else and somebody else are all of the same mind

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Remains - Armitage

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I see broad daylight on the other side

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Remains - Armitage

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Pain itself, the image of agony

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Remains - Armitage

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Tosses his guts back into his body, Then he’s carted off in the back of a lorry

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Remains - Armitage

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His blood-shadow

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Remains - Armitage

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And the drink and the drugs won’t flush him out

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Remains - Armitage

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Not left for dead in some distant sun-stunned, sand-smothered land or six feet under in desert sand

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Remains - Armitage

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His bloody life in my bloody hands

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Remains - Armitage

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Spasms of paper red… Of yellow bias binding

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Poppies - Weir

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Like we did when you were little

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Poppies - Weir

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All my words flattened, rolled, turned into felt, slowly melting

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Poppies - Weir

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The world overflowing like a treasure chest

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Poppies - Weir

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A split second and you were away, intoxicated

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Poppies - Weir

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Hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind

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Poppies - Weir

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Belfast, Beirut, Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass

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War Photography - Duffy

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Rural England. Home again to ordinary pain

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War Photography - Duffy

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Of children running in nightmare heat

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War Photography - Duffy

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A half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries

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War Photography - Duffy

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And how the blood stained into foreign dust

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War Photography - Duffy

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A hundred agonies in black and white

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War Photography - Duffy

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And they do not care

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War Photography - Duffy

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And enough fuel for a one-way journey into history

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Kamikaze - Garland

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He must have looked far down at the little fishing boats strung out like bunting

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Kamikaze - Garland

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Her father embarked at sunrise

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Kamikaze - Garland

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Dark shoals of fishes flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun

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Kamikaze - Garland

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Built cairns of pearl-grey pebbles

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Kamikaze - Garland

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A tuna, the prince, muscular, dangerous

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Kamikaze - Garland

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And though he came back… They treated him as though he no longer existed

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Kamikaze - Garland

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We too learned to be silent

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Kamikaze - Garland

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He must have wondered which had been the better way to die

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Kamikaze - Garland