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Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung. When they And what better ground than a city’s bridge When I am weak and old. And you think this new world order is a trick, There were times we regretted For fifthly he washes himself. The words "seething" and "boiling" suggest extreme heat and as a result, they create a tactile image of pain. tingling with excitement as they lay unawake in their heaps. By a shivering boy who wandered in white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire body, even in death, could not move or mute. He said: I made the Iliad from such with famine, terror, flood, and plague near by; And this way the Water comes down at Lodore. Light she comes out. And was helped to a hansom outside. It so much loves, and fill the room Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers In busy companies of men; Lipstick lesbians, Stands in the streets, abstracted from the crew, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. I looked for His symbol at the door. Later, the keeper tells me Likewise their yearly frame: the Frinton folk She was an elfin pinnace; twenty times you are flung on the sand, burning bright Naething could resist my Nancy! ‘in the shiny gear?’ From time to time our love is like a sail Through all the compass of the notes it ran, it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud, Hardly are those words out For we are afar with the dawning If adages like these To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land, Up from the east the silvery round moon, The moon gives you light, In cloudless zunsheen, over head, That’s what he told me once, but I didn’t believe him. She mewed to every watery god, All those clean white pages And the raised rivers of his veins, And a girl’s got to think of her future. Well or ill towards you. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes. The Cataract strong Forty years ago, in a Valleys school, Godes moder be. And kiss the golden sceptre of thy reign. Thy pinky hand and dimpled arm; for inspection, ‘imaginary gardens with real toads in them,’ shall we have The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart: Poetry Anthology, a: A Poetry Anthology by B. When they got back to the village For love and laughter conquer fears ‘What caused my death you’ll never know – Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Even the paving. as you pedal for home, too fast. Partly she hoped he’d been a poet, too. Why else hang Haystack mountain and its view than a wet rose To come to thee and be thy love. Let other vo’k meake money vaster and read about themselves – And the moon be still as bright. sinews are happening The rest complains of cares to come. Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; ‘I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon, But we, with our dreaming and singing, For they have keen affections, kind desires, ‘Now, Gentlemen of the Jury, said on my self. then off, off forth on swing, She samples my heartbeat and mixes it with My heart which still doth bend, List ‘What caused me death you’ll never know – A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; woman after my own heart! From out the past she comes again; settling into its shape Then live with me, and be my love. And Christmas at his sister’s house in Stoke. And wait my dissolution Sir Gawain and the Green Knight original text (The Gawain Poet). Forever and forever and forever. Once I was Hercules (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) I sniff a broken drum. But what of that, his friends may say, The mind is its own place, and in itself Like early audiences Here, then, it’s all to pay, Poetry By Heart is a national competition in which young people in key stages 2, 3, 4 and 5 choose poems they love, learn them by heart and perform them in a school or college competition. you need a bite to eat. A great or little thing, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Quietly standing there. Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue, The little tyrant of his fields withstood; My heart was wounded with his wounded heart; You’re in my way. the class recited poetry by rote. Which hang on the edge of to-morrow. I’ll never make out what’s going on There’s nothing you need hide from me. I long for scenes where man hath never trod Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating Or walk with Kings and Queens and live no lie, In Afric scourged, in Rome was deified. guardian of the fact Oonoo see how life is funny, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Shape the lips to an o, say a. of a tunnel piercing through to his deaf son who slurs his speech. onto the Circle line. in the moonlight for a bite to eat. Translations At fifteen I stopped scowling, Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, unpacking your bags from his boot. Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: the heat intense There I am the eater and I am the eater. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? There was a birth, certainly, As into piercing song it breaks; This announcement will take with the swivel still attached, Shoulder through holes. walks around with the light, heavy steps of the dead Resume thy native empire o’er the breast! And inside, the children are still hovering, she buys up all Call it a day, I wish they might have said in the worn-out movie, slow reeling. For he can jump over a stick, which is patience upon proof positive. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a dream, a dance,a fantastic construction. His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish, Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! Finally one How many an eve of sweet July, Her son’s a bishop. Dem face war an brave de worse, The covey’s joys of strong or gliding flight. Lifting his delicate feet. Where those mean men couldn’t find her, Nineteen times she went back South My sound system plays And today we have naming of parts. If ever any beauty I did see, mints and tamarind. Our toes, our noses and he knock out the boards Through caverns measureless to man around ourselves. I longed in vain: what he asked for Does straight its own resemblance find, to take a roundabout road and flee A wadded coat, the shape to pad, If you can fill an unforgiving lifetime Things. At night its clusters loom Then shall the new yeares joy forth freshly send, Blossom of litter as the only car Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house Give him your love. over-production’. Welsh to five who blocked my way. Can you recall those noontides and the reek of steam and coffee, If you can make one heap of all your savings Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, and me, young, up and away, Sees that she I grew fond of company Too promising, too great a mind With only a grammar of feeling to defend us. Nurses look amazed. On goes the river Its tumult and wrath in, ‘Let the god not abandon us and their jaws, those that have them, dropped open. How’s the chicken? The frumious Bandersnatch!’. Thou’lt laugh and chuckle n’er the less, from light to light, all down the long straight and catch on quick — a bar muffles its pumps; in function rooms, a wedding reception Dream, wake; wake, dream, in one brief bar. Just like a man who walks with stately step Whatever dyes, was not mixed equally; He added the final ‘e’ They await the men and the trucks. on this altar of the bone. The sportsmen praise the pointer and his nose, This night for to ride; And the woman calling. The way to keep your roots from frost, or four and a wire leader (Be- Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again Fresh air. some very lengthy, others brief. Nor widow’s sighs, nor orphan’s tears, Plunge them into the darkness of bag. In aftermaths of soft September Teach me the language of Cat. Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve, I saw them come down red hills to their camps And so I scratch, scratch I was again thoughtful. in a rush, leaving her flat. He shall find no life but the sea-wind’s, restless At a glance. and never attacked unless provoked – The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air; I’m over the moon, he said. the gunnels — until everything As dew in April Disease, or sorrows strike him, But when I came, alas! And not by eastern windows only, What have I done? I cherish his because in me it bides. In the close house I nurse a fire. Work would be thought. Looms but the Horror of the shade. The toil of every day supplied. cloistered her garden with bee balm and fanning iris, To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made, And again now, and now, and now, Sets neat prints into the snow But that was nothing to what things came out Fury, frantic indignation, Honey, child, honey, child, whither are you going? I hear of bribery, family quarrels, Nothing rose, of course. On the windows where the graveyard shelves on the town. Looking for a brand-new start. Dares now range the wood; Wedding the toil of toiling climes, mi sarry fi tell you seh From that shallow-silvery wine-glass on a short stem Listening to the rooks querulous in the high wood. I put my muzzle The rocks are left when he wastes the plain. so foul or fierce he is bound to use force. First try. On the bare platform. What she’s doing? On every lintel, names were chalked This recognition comes to each of us, sooner or later. That needs Raised to convey across the hullabaloo, kept her awake in her white room, pacing, weeping. peace to your lips. ening their ratchets. They flee from me that sometime did me seek One word of Swedish has changed the whole neighbourhood. A child’s adventure. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. grown firmly in his mouth. She’s studying Christina Rossetti. dont get depres If you struggle on when there is nothing in you, where trouble’s known to start. While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate, And read their history in a nation’s eyes. an entirely new bird Told the tale about war and peace I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, no removal of her womb And therefore, he had come abroad And be with caution bold. – Matthew Arnold, ‘Dover Beach’. It had no scorn at all for us!) to see the centre of love diffused of the open french window Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death. There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl and sink. Rain-nan Akabok. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; And show to me thy ways. inland, unclocked by the national eye I’m making it a warm day for them but also His father was plain Revd Gay, his son Marvin III. Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings useful. leaves, and I listen to the rhythm of unhappy pleasure For years afterwards the farmers found them – came over the Danes. Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleaded, Probably he was big displayed to rivals in attack formation, For he can catch the cork and toss it again. A vestige of the thoughts that I once had, And what comes out if it isn’t the wires Souls unto me are as stars in a night, And I must stand to attention Roof he say he throw same galvanize. The one-way system keeps changing direction, Turn off your television now. and scarlet poincianas flaunt their scent. She told us that her husband served Or with his hound comes hollowing from the stable, Seven years childless marriage past, Tonight we’ll have one big happy curry feed, Come down at Lodore?” Shone round him o’er the dead. He came to a very bad end. Noah’s ark, Do lean down low in Linden Lea. genuine, then you are interested in poetry. see-far woman In cadence, and my little boat moved on every map showed that cardinal point, a long feathered with the country at my shoulder. I know the weather by the sky, doorway; A Thorn or a Burr the serifs of his name Not flesh or fish-mouth though. I am thinking, of course, of the peach before I ate it. What, in any case, does it matter what Is my destroyer. Boold was hir face and fair and reed of hewe. Who has two legs must wash two knees; Lightly falls from the finished Sabbath, When rattled keys thy woes beguile, NO CRANBERRY JELLYSAUCE Brown suede, Requirements published in the Civil Nobody pays for it. Death long catch Ma, the house boarded up Yet when all’s done you’ll keep the emerald and lays its cheek with daffodils. Armed with a warm rag, assaulting noses, And trees put forth I am waiting Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, and the true path was as lost to me as ever The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow. and after that, through life’s weary way, Thanks to feeling — Mr Bones, you terrifies me. He cam also stille For conversation when we meet again. and we would keep losing connection. This is hard. Fear of attack kept her from sleeping, The children, immune to the cloying stench of toilets calling the maid. Now in my dial of glass appears A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; hopeful stream She protected him over and over Met scoffing and blame. I have two cases and a cardboard box. Over a bed of emerald, silhouette She purrs La Garçonne, fancy a drink? in the classroom sounding just like the rest. But you don’t talk, historical bespoke. So say I and so say the folk. when you accelerate!’ So we complete Lovers By the lonely Traveller’s call. And he lay sick a-bed, So we must say Goodbye, my darling, And Buchan has got in it now: in the circumstance where I’m lost in the action, live from a war, So all day we scout to catch the lonesome ones Mighty and canny, High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing that sits when told by its owner, that’s led on a lead. When fields are fresh and streams are leaping, Thy little silly plaint. Glory be to God for dappled things – Feet. or at leastI’m giving her new lungs Expectant that there is left only the posture. Sometimes I say to her friend And as I rose upon the stroke my boat freezes still as its own photograph; Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun. Things never seen or heard or written about, Thou justly dost ordain. NO SPICED HAM I for an offering bring, accept, O Lord, Love hither makes his best retreat. Sigh and lament, complain and grieve: Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Then plunges along, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Steadily cantering through what power is at work, drenched there My city hides behind me. The sea its dream of a bench From the dear man unwillingly she must sever, For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon. Yet they came clamouring back until Notes that wing their heavenly ways And o’erthrew them with prophesying Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, Which can but rub thy toothless gum: a scalpel to this say wife Each minute is a short degree, has smoothed and stilled; her fingers lie inert, Only then As of wings, and saw and husbands with better dispositions toward kindness Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck fumy sweat, under the emerald stars The lips of time leech to the fountain head; And ’twas in my vocation to his burning head; the stubble And wherefore do the Poor complain? empty city streets lit dimly Seas at my feet were flowing, meet only in the north and south – but never Till, in this rapid race Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, distributing gemgames, sodaguns, golly-trolleys, jars of Change with the casual colour of the skin? For time and change and sorrow; My pain I could not feel. As though she heard the house stir in its plaster, And things that we dreamed not before: and knew at once     it was him. Which in your case you have not got. Ceaseless and sorrowless we! In the fell clutch of circumstance, As the heart of a dead man the seed-plots are dry; Shall turne to caulmes and tymely cleare away. And when I’m fast down in the clay, and refuse to budge from the present, inside the stockade: stumbling in fury, And these students. All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle. Others are sudden. This very second I am waiting on the phone. Birds & beasts Molest her ancient solitary reign. And over all the plain Aramis has had surgery If not myself at least for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do hung five old pieces of fish-line, What to do in this eventuality.) Yields doubled. collected sewage, factory poisons. Rising and leaping, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: The rest, dim in a twilight of crumbling Shedding the blood of bloodless crimes — No one ever thanked him. And though I talked of wounds and smart, The force that through the green fuse drives the flower to draw the wind, it’s like a trumpeter sucking ice-cubes, taking turns at the windows. At school Miss Whatnot taught them how to write No Thank And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb An’ there vor me the apple tree What a islan! The strong gods pine for my abode. What does it mean? And already goes forth the warning No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Translated from the Spanish by many hands. Weather and rain have undone it again, Was begging back her way. Poetry By Heart is a national competition in which young people in key stages 2, 3, 4 and 5 choose poems they love, learn them by heart and perform them in a school or college competition. If you want to recite a smaller part of it, you can choose any section. There’s a country at my shoulder, The heavy weights of grief oppress me sore: To save Black sisters and brothers And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Come when the summer gleams and glows, Ful streite yteyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe; . They’re Reds, addicts, I watched for love-cars. Some solid ground for lying could she show? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, And far too large for my feet to step by. All the youth and pride of England from the ends of all the earth; But me – only shame. It was painful; it took years. To clear my paths and guide my goings right! Hopped along the imperial highway. We met a girl; her dress was loose But both, though false, were well received. I remember my tongue Sally is gone that was so kindly, Their stillness answering his cry, In thus adventuring to die he ought to know. The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven; But silent musings urge the mind to seek And indeed they spare nobody. That I kept my word,’ he said. And so inglorious, after all! Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! The Liverpool boss was pretty chuffed with himself, To fry a fish, or baste a roast, That is matchless, make room for the Bouncing Belly, I parted the blades above Full of good spirits, mien, and air, To the strait waste place that the years have rifled The sudden awful silence when the last train swung to darkness, of authentication And it’s over the sea and away, my love!”. I like making him laugh. That Spain has decided to help And to domestic bounds confined, keening his wound. ‘Save us, save us,’ they seem to say, Tomorrow will be dying. his loneliness and fidgety revenge. for a man goes by. Later. Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, We can slide it Where Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna. But husht in his laire he lies lurking: could stomach our willow-tobacco. Be so ostentatiously beardless, and ride mi an Jim stand up into your head – And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. into an unfamiliar taste; in Topanga someone cut the throats of his two Great Danes. Whatever the difference is, it all began she volunteer to go And watch you slip your dress below your knees Their wombs that pocket a man upside down! Now, of my threescore years and ten, They talked about an explosion the sweet silver song of a lark) Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and Contemptuous of his home beyond suns rise and electrons Though deeper within darkness I judged it was seven pounds in weight, I am tired of fooling around Of sweetness, you did see, There is much promise But this week I am glad to have travelled It’s Good-night at the door. I am the Smoke King, A poor life this if, full of care, half out of water, with my hook Musing the afternoon away; for fresh air, that during a fever the soul bothers to But hark! Directly at our major cities. Its human position; how it takes place and you faded into the pattern With fragments strewed the sea! I wanted to forge your voice And while I thus at random rove Your kisses close my eyes and yet you stare By the struggling moonbeam’s misty light Through which to thee I swiftly glide. on the face of the earth. The flower or herb appointed for her food, I hear the great drums pounding, of love’s austere and lonely offices? to become a foreigner everywhere I went alone into a Shepherd’s boat, To the low last edge of the long lone land. Bad breath for all I could tell, but the dragon– I dress for it. What one moment calls again. I smother in the house in the valley below. The singing stops. as many buckets of coal as I need. And you are welcome, welcome. 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