Poems Flashcards
(14 cards)
Ozymandias
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings
The lone and level sands stretch far away
London
The mind-forged manacles hear
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
I wander through each chartered street
Extract from, The Prelude
One summer evening (led by her)
There hung a darkness, call it solitude or blank desertion
A huge peak, black and huge
An act of stealth and troubled pleasure
My last duchess
That’s my last duchess painted on the wall, looking as if she were alive
I gave commands then all smiles stopped together
Will’t please you sit and look at her
The charge of the light brigade
Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred
Boldly they rode and well, into the jaws of death
Some one had blunder’d
Half and league, half a league half a league onward
Exposure
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us
Pale flakes with fingering stealth
But nothing happens
The poignant misery of dawn
Storm on the Island
We are prepared: we build our houses squat
Exploding comfortably, down on the cliffs
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear
We are bombarded by the empty air
Bayonet charge
Suddenly and he was running
The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye
Threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame
Remains
Probably armed, possibly not
His blood-shadow
He’s here in my head when I close my eyes, dug in behind enemy lines
Poppies
The world overflowing like a treasure chest
I was brave, as I walked with you, to the front door
Sellotape bandaged around my hand
War photographer
In his darkroom he is finally alone
All flesh is grass
The readers eyeballs prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers
The Emigrée
But I am branded by an impression of sunlight
It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants
They accuse me of being dark in their free city
Checking out me History
Dem tell me
Bandage up me eye with me own history
I carving out me identity
Kamikaze
He must have wondered which had been the better way to die
They treated him as though he no longer existed
A tuna, the dark prince, muscular, dangerous
