Poetry Anthology 2

• The Manhunt:

  After the first phase, after passionate nights and intimate days

  The Frozen river which ran through his face

  The Parachute silk of his punctured lung
• Sonnet 43:

  How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

  I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

  I shall but love thee better after death
• London:

  I wander thro' each charter'd street

  The mind-forg'd manacles i hear

  Runs in blood down Palace walls
• The Soldier:

  If I should die, think only this of me:

  Washed by rivers, blest by suns of home.

  A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
• She Walks in Beauty:

  like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

  Had half impaired the nameless grace

  A heart whose love is innocent
• Living Space:

  Nothing is flat or parallel

  Into this rough frame someone has squeezed a living space

  over the dark edge of a slanted universe
• As Imperceptibly as Grief:

  The Summer lapsed away

  Sequestered Afternoon

  Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful.
• Cozy Apologia:

  I could pick anything and think of you-

  Of teenage crushes on worthless boys

  I fill this stolen time with you
• Valentine:

  Not a red rose or a satin heart.

  I give you an onion.

  Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips.
• A Wife in London:

  She sits in the tawny vapour

  Flashed news is in her hand

  His hand, whom the worm now knows:
• Death of a Naturalist:

  All year the flax-dam festered in the heart

  The daddy frog ... the mammy frog

  That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it
• Hawk Roosting:

  Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

  It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot

  The allotment of death.
• To Autumn:

  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run

  Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

  Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
• Afternoons:

  Summer is fading:

  Is ruining their courting-places

  Their beauty has thickened.
• Dulce et Decorum Est:

  Of gas shells dropping softly behind.

  Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - an ecstasy of fumbling,

  The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori
• Ozymandias:

  I met a traveller from an antique land

  Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

  'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings ...
• Mametz Wood:

  For years afterwards the farmers found them -

  And even now the earth stands sentinel,

  and their jaws, those that have them, dropped open
• The Prelude:

  The cottage windows through the twilight blaz'd,

  And woodland pleasures, the resounding horn,

  The orange sky of evening died away.