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Question 1

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.

Answer 1

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 2

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

Answer 2

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 3

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.

Answer 3

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 4

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

Answer 4

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 5

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.

Answer 5

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 6

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

Answer 6

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 7

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.

Answer 7

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 8

And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

Answer 8

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 9

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Answer 9

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

– Dylan Thomas

Question 10

There came a day that caught the summer
Wrung its neck
Plucked it
And ate it.

Answer 10

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 11

Now what shall I do with the trees?

The day said, the day said.

Answer 11

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 12

Strip them bare, strip them bare.

Let´s see what is really there.

Answer 12

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 13

And what shall I do with the sun?

The day said, the day said.

Answer 13

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 14

Roll him away till he´s cold and small.

He´ll come back rested if he comes back at all.

Answer 14

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 15

And what shall I do with the birds?

The day said, the day said.

Answer 15

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 16

The birds I´ve frightened, let them flit,

I´ll hang out pork for the brave tomtit

Answer 16

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 17

And what shall I do with the seed?

The day said, the day said.

Answer 17

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 18

Bury it deep, see what it´s worth.

See if it can stand the earth.

Answer 18

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 19

What shall I do with the people?

The day said, the day said

Answer 19

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 20

Stuff them with apple and blackberry pie –

They´ll love me then till the day they die.

Answer 20

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 21

Then came this day and he was autumn.

His mouth was wide

Answer 21

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 22

And red as a sunset.

His tail was an icicle.

Answer 22

There Came a Day

– Ted Hughes

Question 23

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Answer 23

“The Waste Land”

– TS ELIOT

Question 24

Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers

Answer 24

“The Waste Land”

– TS ELIOT

Question 25

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten

Answer 25

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 26

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch

Answer 26

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 27

And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went

Answer 27

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 28

And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free.

Answer 28

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 29

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Answer 29

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 30

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow | Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

Answer 30

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 31

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only | A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

Answer 31

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 32

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

Answer 32

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 33

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Answer 33

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 34

“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; | “They called me the hyacinth girl.

Answer 34

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 35

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Answer 35

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 36

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, Had a bad cold, nevertheless Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,

Answer 36

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 37

With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

Answer 37

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 38

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, | The lady of situations.

Answer 38

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 39

Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.

Answer 39

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 40

I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Answer 40

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 41

Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone, Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: One must be so careful these days.

Answer 41

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 42

Unreal City, | Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

Answer 42

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 43

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, | I had not thought death had undone so many.

Answer 43

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 44

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, | And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Answer 44

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 45

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

Answer 45

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 46

There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson! “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! “That corpse you planted last year in your garden, “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

Answer 46

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 47

“Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men, “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again! “You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

Answer 47

"The Waste Land" | -- TS ELIOT

Question 48

Pike, three inches long, perfect Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold. Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin. They dance on the surface among the flies.

Answer 48

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 49

Or move, stunned by their own grandeur, Over a bed of emerald, silhouette Of submarine delicacy and horror. A hundred feet long in their world.

Answer 49

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 50

In ponds, under the heat-struck lily pads – Gloom of their stillness: Logged on last year’s black leaves, watching upwards. Or hung in an amber cavern of weeds

Answer 50

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 51

The jaws’ hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument; The gills kneading quietly, and the pectorals.

Answer 51

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 52

Three we kept behind glass, Jungled in weed: three inches, four, And four and a half: fed fry to them – Suddenly there were two. Finally one

Answer 52

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 53

With a sag belly and the grin it was born with. And indeed they spare nobody. Two, six pounds each, over two foot long. High and dry in the willow-herb –

Answer 53

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 54

One jammed past its gills down the other’s gullet: The outside eye stared: as a vice locks – The same iron in his eye Though its film shrank in death.

Answer 54

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 55

A pond I fished, fifty yards across, Whose lilies and muscular tench Had outlasted every visible stone Of the monastery that planted them –

Answer 55

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 56

Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast

Answer 56

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 57

But silently cast and fished With the hair frozen on my head For what might move, for what eye might move. The still splashes on the dark pond,

Answer 57

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 58

Owls hushing the floating woods Frail on my ear against the dream Darkness beneath night’s darkness had freed, That rose slowly towards me, watching.

Answer 58

Pike | -- Ted Hughes

Question 59

I can feel the tug of the halter at the nape of her neck, the wind on her naked front.

Answer 59

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 60

It blows her nipples to amber beads, it shakes the frail rigging of her ribs.

Answer 60

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 61

I can see her drowned body in the bog, the weighing stone, the floating rods and boughs.

Answer 61

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 62

Under which at first she was a barked sapling that is dug up oak-bone, brain-firkin:

Answer 62

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 63

her shaved head like a stubble of black corn, her blindfold a soiled bandage, her noose a ring

Answer 63

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 64

to store the memories of love. Little adulteress, before they punished you

Answer 64

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 65

you were flaxen-haired, undernourished, and your tar-black face was beautiful. My poor scapegoat,

Answer 65

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 66

I almost love you but would have cast, I know, the stones of silence. I am the artful voyeur

Answer 66

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 67

of your brains exposed and darkened combs, your muscles’ webbing and all your numbered bones:

Answer 67

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 68

I who have stood dumb when your betraying sisters, cauled in tar, wept by the railings,

Answer 68

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 69

who would connive in civilized outrage yet understand the exact and tribal, intimate revenge.

Answer 69

Punishment | -- Seamus Heaney

Question 70

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 70

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 71

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Answer 71

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 72

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 72

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 73

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Answer 73

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 74

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 74

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 75

And you, my father, there on the sad height, | Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Answer 75

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 76

Do not go gentle into that good night. | Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 76

Do Not Go Gentle into that good night | -- Dylan Thomas

Question 77

On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead: In thesun the slagheap slept.

Answer 77

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 78

Down the lane came men in pitboots Coughing oath-edged talk and pipe-smoke Shouldering off the freshened silence.

Answer 78

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 79

One chased after rabbits; lost them; Came back with a nest of lark's eggs; Showed them; lodged them in the grasses.

Answer 79

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 80

So they passed in beards and moleskins Fathers brothers nicknames laughter Through the tall gates standing open.

Answer 80

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 81

At noon there came a tremor; cows Stopped chewing for a second; sun Scarfed as in a heat-haze dimmed.

Answer 81

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 82

The dead go on before us they Are sitting in God's house in comfort We shall see them face to face—

Answer 82

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 83

plian as lettering in the chapels It was said and for a second Wives saw men of the explosion

Answer 83

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 84

Larger than in life they managed— Gold as on a coin or walking Somehow from the sun towards them

Answer 84

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 85

One showing the eggs unbroken.

Answer 85

The Explosion | -- Philip Larkin

Question 86

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Answer 86

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 87

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, | But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Answer 87

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 88

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots | Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Answer 88

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 89

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Answer 89

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 90

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, | As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

Answer 90

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 91

In all my dreams before my helpless sight, | He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

Answer 91

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 92

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

Answer 92

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 93

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

Answer 93

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen

Question 94

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

Answer 94

Dulce et Decorum Est | -- Wilfred Owen