Which Poem? Why? Ozymandias London The Prelude My

Which Poem? Why? Ozymandias London The Prelude My

Which Poem? Why? Ozymandias London The Prelude My Last Duchess Charge of the LB Exposure Storm on the Island Bayonet Charge Remains Poppies War Photographer Tissue Emigree Checking out Me History Kamikaze Tissue Charge of the light brigade Emigree

Remains War Photographer Poppies Anthology Revision Part II To revise the key elements of 3 poems. Paper 1: Shakespeare and 19th Century novel Literature 1hr 45 Macbeth and Christmas Carol 40% Paper 2: Modern texts and poetry

Literature 2hr 15 Blood Brothers and Poetry anthology 60% Paper 2: Writers viewpoints and perspectives Language 1hr 45 Non-fiction extracts 50% Paper 1:Creative Reading and Creative writing

Language 1hr 45 Fiction extract 50% Section B Power and Conflict Tissue Charge of the light brigade Emigree Remains War Photographer Poppies

Ozymandias My Last Duchess Tissue The Emigree Checkin out me History War Photographer Remains Charge of the Light Brigade Bayonet Charge Exposure Storm on the Island The Prelude London Poppies Kamikaze War Nature Identity

Time Powerful People Human Emotion Which poem goes in which box? Which poem goes in more than one box? The Emigre (1993) Carol Rumens There once was a country I left it as a child but my memory of it is sunlight-clear for it seems I never saw it in that November which, I am told, comes to the mildest city. The worst news I receive of it cannot break my original view, the bright, filled paperweight. It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants, but I am branded by an impression of sunlight. The white streets of that city, the graceful slopes glow even clearer as time rolls its tanks and the frontiers rise between us, close like waves. That childs vocabulary I carried here like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar.

Soon I shall have every coloured molecule of it. It may by now be a lie, banned by the state but I cant get it off my tongue. It tastes of sunlight. I have no passport, theres no way back at all but my city comes to me in its own white plane. It lies down in front of me, docile as paper; I comb its hair and love its shining eyes. My city takes me dancing through the city of walls. They accuse me of absence, they circle me. They accuse me of being dark in their free city. My city hides behind me. They mutter death, and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight. Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure: Tissue Paper that lets the light shine through, this

is what could alter things. Paper thinned by age or touching, the kind you find in well-used books, the back of the Koran, where a hand has written in the names and histories, who was born to whom, the height and weight, who died where and how, on which sepia date, pages smoothed and stroked and turned transparent with attention. If buildings were paper, I might feel their drift, see how easily they fall away on a sigh, a shift in the direction of the wind. Maps too. The sun shines through their borderlines, the marks that rivers make, roads, railtracks, mountainfolds, Fine slips from grocery shops that say how much was sold and what was paid by credit card might fly our lives like paper kites. An architect could use all this,

place layer over layer, luminous script over numbers over line, and never wish to build again with brick or block, but let the daylight break through capitals and monoliths, through the shapes that pride can make, find a way to trace a grand design with living tissue, raise a structure never meant to last, of paper smoothed and stroked and thinned to be transparent, turned into your skin. Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure: War Photographer In his darkroom he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.

The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands which did not tremble then though seem to now. Rural England. Home again to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel, to fields which don't explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat. Something is happening. A stranger's features faintly start to twist before his eyes, a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries of this man's wife, how he sought approval without words to do what someone must and how the blood stained into foreign dust. A hundred agonies in black-and-white from which his editor will pick out five or six for Sunday's supplement. The reader's eyeballs prick with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers. From aeroplane he stares impassively at where he earns a living and they do not care. Carol Ann Duffy

Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure: An Haiku has 5 syllables in the first line, 7 syllables in the second line and 5 syllables in the third line. Write a Haiku to summarise: Blood Brothers Or Macbeth Or A Christmas Carol Which Poem? Why? Bayonet Charge Oyzmandias Which Poem? Why?

My last duchess London Storm on the Island Storm on the Island We are prepared: we build our houses squat, Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. The wizened earth has never troubled us With hay, so as you can see, there are no stacks Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees Which might prove company when it blows full Blast: you know what i mean - leaves and branches Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale So that you can listen to the thing you fear Forgetting that it pummels your house too. But there are no trees, no natural shelter. You might think that the sea is company, Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits The very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo.

We are bombarded by the empty air. Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear. Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure: Bayonet Charge Suddenly he awoke and was running - raw In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy, Stumbling across a field of clods towards a green hedge That dazzled with rifle fire, hearing Bullets smacking the belly out of the air He lugged a rifle numb as a smashed arm; The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest, In bewilderment then he almost stopped In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations Was he the hand pointing that second? He was running Like a man who has jumped up in the dark and runs Listening between his footfalls for the reason Of his still running, and his foot hung like Statuary in mid-stride. Then the shot-slashed furrows

Threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame And crawled in a threshing circle, its mouth wide Open silent, its eyes standing out. He plunged past with his bayonet toward the green hedge, King, honour, human dignity, etcetera Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm To get out of that blue crackling air His terrors touchy dynamite. Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure: The Emigre (1993) Carol Rumens There once was a country I left it as a child but my memory of it is sunlight-clear for it seems I never saw it in that November which, I am told, comes to the mildest city. The worst news I receive of it cannot break

my original view, the bright, filled paperweight. It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants, but I am branded by an impression of sunlight. The white streets of that city, the graceful slopes glow even clearer as time rolls its tanks and the frontiers rise between us, close like waves. That childs vocabulary I carried here like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar. Soon I shall have every coloured molecule of it. It may by now be a lie, banned by the state but I cant get it off my tongue. It tastes of sunlight. Compare the ways the poets present the conflict of identity in The Emigree and one other poem of your choice. 30 marks The Emigree Ideas about Identity = Quote = Features = Reader Reaction = Connective = Poem2 = I have no passport, theres no way back at all

but my city comes to me in its own white plane. It lies down in front of me, docile as paper; I comb its hair and love its shining eyes. My city takes me dancing through the city of walls. They accuse me of absence, they circle me. They accuse me of being dark in their free city. My city hides behind me. They mutter death, and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight. Ideas about Identity = Quote = Features = Reader Reaction = London I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlots curse Blasts the new-born infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. Question category: Best quote: Recurring themes/ideas: Partner poem: Language: Tone: Structure:

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