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[Juliet is sitting up in bed. She is in a small bedroom. The curtains are drawn but light shines through them, showing it is daytime. There is a small TV in the corner with a b - Going out at storywrite
I get my coat...
...And then I'm out, slam the door shut, stairs, legs running, miss a step, hall light flickering, a stench of urine, a rusty bike, fumble for the latch - She at storywrite
She’s sitting at the kitchen table, a mug clamped between her hands. She’s grasping it so tightly that her knuckles have turned a blotchy white and I can hear the bones of her
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on Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins, on December 7, 2005I love this poem. It has been a bit rubbishly formatted here though- a bit off putting. Although I am not religious at all (agnostic, bordering on atheism) I am fascinated with poetry dealing with the poet's struggle with God. Other examples of this are Donne's sonnet "Batter My Heart, Three Personed God" and George Herbert's "The Collar". Both are wonderful. Hopkin's poem, however, is something else. I love the way his awkward syntax struggles against the formal constraint of the Italien sonnet form- representing the poet's wrestle with God perhaps?
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on Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori by Wilfred Owen, on April 7, 2004My favourite war poem. It never stops hitting me, no matter how many times I read it. I first heard it in the museum in Ipres, surrounded by smoke and green light and being spoken by a very low, soft voice. It was an incredibly moving experiance which still haunts me. In the version I know the line is "obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud" but maybe this is a later version.
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on Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon, on April 7, 2004One of my favourite war poems. It is so so simple but is so so dark- amazing. Love "the hell where youth and laughter go". It almost makes you feel guilty for not having know such hellish times. For enjoying the poem but unable to fully grasp what it stands for. I hope we never do.
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on Sonnet 116: "Let me not to the marriage of true minds..." by William Shakespeare, on March 27, 2004This is my favourite of Will's sonnets- it made me cry when I read it for the first time. I think It represents exactly what love should be like.
