Poem Anthology Quotes

Cards (18)

  • The Manhunt
    after pationate nights and intimate days
    fractured rudder of sholder blade
    only then did i come close
  • Sonnet 43
    I love thee to depth and breadth and height
    I love thee freely
    I shall love thee better after death
  • London
    Mark of weakness marks of woe
    Mind forg'd manacles
    youthful harlots curse
  • The soldier
    If I should die
    England bore, shaped, made
    English heaven
  • She walks in beauty
    She walks in beauty like the night
    The nameless grace
    Heart whos love is innocent
  • Living space
    Nails clutch at open seams
    Someone has squeezed a living space
    Slanted universe
  • As imperceptibly as grief
    The summer lapsed away
    Twilight long begun
    Light escape into the beautiful
  • Cozy Apologia
    I could pick andything and think of you
    Worthless boys
    were content but fall short of the divine
  • A wife in london
    The tragedy / The irony
    He - has fallen - in the far south land
    Page full of his hoped return
  • Valentine
    Not a red rose or satin heart
    I give you an onion
    Its scent will cling to your fingers
  • Death of a naturalist
    Bubbles gargled delicately
    Miss wall would tell us
    The slap and plop were obscene threats
  • Hawk Roosting
    I sit on top of the world
    The allotment of death
    The sun is behind me
  • To Autumn
    Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfullness
    sitting careless on a granary floor
    touch the stubble plains with rosy hue
  • Afternoons
    Summer is fading
    our wedding lying near the television
    Finding more unripe acorns
  • Dulce et decorum est /It is sweet and honorable
    Men marched asleep
    He plunges at me, guttering,chocking,drowning
    The old lie: dulce et decorum est
  • Ozymandias
    Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    My name is Ozymandias King of Kings
    Nothing beside remains
  • Mametz Wood
    The china plate of a shoulder blade
    They were told to walk not run
    Slipped from their absent tongues
  • The prelude
    It was a time of rapture
    The pack loud and bellowing
    Orange sky of evening died away