poetry
Cards (59)
- Ozymandias"sneer of cold command"
- Ozymandias"my name is ozymandias king of kings;/Look on my works.Ye mighty, and despair!"
- Ozymandias"Nothing besides remains"
- London"and mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness,marks of woe"
- London" The mind-forged manicles I hear"
- London" the chimney-sweepers cry every blackning church appalls"
- London"I wonder through every chartered street"
- My last duchess"as if she ranked/ my gift of a nine-hundred-year-old name/ with anybody,s gift"
- My last duchess"I gave commands;.then all smiles stopped together"
- My last duchess"His fair daughters self..../is my object"
- My last duchess"Looking as if she were alive"
- Storm on the island"We are prepared: we built our houses squat"
- Storm on the island"Spits like a tame cat turned savage"
- Storm on the island"We are bombarded with empty air"
- Storm on the island"It pummels your house too"
- The emigree"Bright filled paperweight"
- The emigree"Like a hollow doll" "I cant get it off my tongue"
- The emigree"My shadow falls as evidence of sunlight"
- The emigree"It may be sick with tyrants"
- Checking out me history"blind me to my own identity"
- Checking out me history"Dem tell me wha dem want to tell me"
- Checking out me history"I'm carving out me identity"
- Checking out my history"Dem tell me bout de man who discovered de ballon and de cow who jump over de moon"
- The prelude"It was an act of stealth/And troubled pleasure"
- The prelude"My boat went heaving through the water like a swan"
- The prelude"A huge peak, black and huge"
- The prelude"With trebling oars I turned"
- Kamikaze"A shaven head full of powerful incantations"
- Kamikaze"Little fishing boats strung out like bunting"
- Kamikaze"Fish flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun"
- Kamikaze"And though he came back my mother never spoke again"
- Tissue"Paper that lets the light shine through this is what could alter things"
- Tissue"Maps too. The sun shines through their border lines"
- Tissue"Might fly our lives like paper kites"
- Tissue"If buildings were paper I might feel their drift"
- War photographer"Spools of suffering set out in ordered rows"
- War photographer"A strangers features faintly start to twist before his eyes, a half-formed ghost"
- War photographer"The reader eyes pricked with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers"
- War photographer"Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands"
- Exposure"The merciless iced east winds that knive us...."