P+C Poetry Quot Memo final.

Checking Out Me History

"Dem tell me / Dem tell me /what dem want to tell me"

"Bandage up me eye with me own history / Blind me to me own identity"

"Toussaint de slave / with vision / …de beacon de Haitian Revolution"

"Nanny de Maroon… see-far woman… fire-woman”

“Mary Seacole… a healing star among the wounded / a yellow sunrise to the dying"

"I checking out me own history / I carving out me identity"

Ozymandias

"I met a traveller from an antique land"

"shattered visage"

"Wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command"

"The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed"

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; / Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

"The lone and level sands stretch far away"

London

"I wander through each chartered street / Near where the chartered Thames does flow"

"mark in every face I meet / Marks of weakness, marks of woe"

"The mind-forged manacles I hear"

"Every blackening church appals"

"hapless soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down palace walls"

"And blights with plagues the marriage hearse"

Exposure

"Our brains ache in the merciless iced east winds that knife us"

"But nothing happens"

"Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army"

"Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence / less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow"

"Slowly our ghosts drag home"

"For love of God seems dying"

"All their eyes are ice"

War Photographer

"spools of suffering set out in ordered rows"

"as though he were a priest preparing to intone a mass"

"Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass."

"A hundred agonies in black and white"

"The reader's eyeballs prick / with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers"

My Last Duchess

"Looking as if she were alive"

"None puts by the curtain I have drawn for you but I"

"She had a heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad, / Too easily impressed"

"As if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody’s gift"

"I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together"

"Notice Neptune, though, / Taming a sea-horse"

Storm on the Island

“the wizened earth has never troubled us with hay”

“sea is company, exploding comfortably down on the cliffs”

“But no … spits like a tame cat turned savage”

“Space is a salvo. We are bombarded by the empty air”

“Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear”