pablo neruda Two
Your Laughter Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose,the lance flower that you… Read More »pablo neruda Two
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Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen Three
‘What have you been judging from? Remember the country and the age in which we live. …Does our education prepare us for such atrocities? …Could they be perpetrated without being… Read More »Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen Three
Shena MacKay: The Atmospheric Railway, 'All The Pubs in Soho'.
‘The pansies were in a blue glazed bowl on the kitchen table, purple and yellow, blue and copper velvety kitten’s faces freaked with black, and also in a bed by… Read More »Shena MacKay: The Atmospheric Railway, 'All The Pubs in Soho'.
Rumi
‘Beyond all ideas of right and wrong, there is a field – I’ll meet you there.’
Lapis
Sometimes Sofia would lean forward and watch the pale figure walking across the square, stooping slightly against the wind. Everyone in the small town knew the visitor was the famous… Read More »Lapis
Jane Austen: Northanger Abbey two
Jane Austen: Northanger Abbey Two ‘Classic Realism tends to offer as the ‘obvious’ basis of its intelligibility the assumption that character, unified and coherent , is the source of action.Subjectivity… Read More »Jane Austen: Northanger Abbey two
A Dill Pickle by Katherine Mansfield
AND then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a Japanese vase of paper daffodils. There was a… Read More »A Dill Pickle by Katherine Mansfield
Turnips
They said there were the bones of the ancient dead feeding the vegetables here. Katherine turned her neck towards the wind stiffly thrilled by the rain. One bite of a sweet turnip and you could be… Read More »Turnips
The Man without a temperament by Mansfield
He stood at the hall door turning the ring, turning the heavy signet ring upon his little finger while his glance travelled coolly, deliberately, over the round tables and basket… Read More »The Man without a temperament by Mansfield
The Voyage by Katherine Mansfield
The Picton boat was due to leave at half-past eleven. It was a beautifulnight, mild, starry, only when they got out of the cab and started to walkdown the Old… Read More »The Voyage by Katherine Mansfield
health
There was nowhere to go. The woman stood watching tired leaves, thinking about her death. Nowadays it felt just one breath away. They had warned her, he had warned her,… Read More »health
At The Bay by katherine mansfield
There was poor little Lottie, left behind again, because she found it so fearfully hard to get over the stile by herself. When she stood on the first step her… Read More »At The Bay by katherine mansfield
Foreign by Carol Ann Duffy
Imagine living in a strange, dark city for twenty years.There are some dismal dwellings on the east sideand one of them is yours. On the landing, you hearyour foreign accent… Read More »Foreign by Carol Ann Duffy
Carol Ann Duffy Prayer: Reading by Moira Eribenne
Some days, not everyday mind…it seems some of us cannot, will not pray to the deity/ies, however from somewhere, God alone knows where(??!!), a prayer/thought/wish/longing utters itself…simply autonomously of ourselves. … Read More »Carol Ann Duffy Prayer: Reading by Moira Eribenne
Carol Ann Duffy's entrancing poem 'Prayer' from Mean Time.
‘Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth.’ ( T. S. Eliot ‘Animula’) Think about your own associations with prayer and the spirit of connection. What is… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy's entrancing poem 'Prayer' from Mean Time.
George Herbert : Prayer
How does this poem compare to Carol Ann Duffy’s Prayer? George Herbert PRAYER. (I) PRAYER the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods… Read More »George Herbert : Prayer
W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide… Read More »W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming
Carol Ann Duffy : Prayer
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayerutters itself. So a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stareat the minims sung by a tree,… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy : Prayer
Wallace Stevens
THE BLUE GUITAR The man bent over his guitar, A shearsman of sorts. The day was green. They said, ‘You have a blue guitar, You cannot play things as they… Read More »Wallace Stevens
Carol Ann Duffy: Stafford Afternoons and In Mrs Tilscher's Class
( Please look under the A Level section too as there are detailed explorations of both texts) ‘The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there’. 1)… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Stafford Afternoons and In Mrs Tilscher's Class
Carol Ann Duffy One.
For next time find a word or phrase that identifies something about your childhood. (Carol Ann Duffy uses ‘cul-de-sac’ in her poem Stafford Afternoons). Think about why… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy One.
Life of Ma Parker : Katherine Mansfield
Oh, wasn’t there anywhere where she could hide and keep herself to herself and stay as long as she liked, not disturbing anybody, and nobody worrying her? Wasn’t there anywhere… Read More »Life of Ma Parker : Katherine Mansfield
Ice
The laces baffled her and for once she wished for Ida. Such a challenge would have raised her spirits, but today she was alone. The dull grey ice lay across… Read More »Ice
Maata
The hand swept up two lumps of the brownest sugar she had seen for years. Rich darkness dropped like plums into her coffee cup without the faintest splash. You have… Read More »Maata
The Canary by Katherine Mansfield
… And now he’s gone. I shall never have another bird, another pet of any kind. How could I? When I found him, lying on his back, with his eye… Read More »The Canary by Katherine Mansfield
Alfie 3
Katherine had used her stick all that autumn and the men in light blue trousers burning fires and bending in the smoke seemed part of that slow time. She had… Read More »Alfie 3
Katherine Mansfield: The Daughters of the late Colonel
And Cyril leaned forward and yelled, “Father’s still very fond of meringues.” At that Grandfather Pinner jumped as though he had been shot. “Don’t shout!” he cried. “What’s… Read More »Katherine Mansfield: The Daughters of the late Colonel
Carol Ann Duffy : Education for Leisure
Carol Ann Duffy in ‘Education for Leisure’ again employs the banal for macabre ends. The very title with its oxymoronic implications cynically undermines any cosy, liberal ideas the reader might… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy : Education for Leisure
Alfie 2
She could sit here, hidden behind her needles and think vaguely, like a stroll around some neglected country maze, all turnings and brief hopes without any direction or triumph. If she… Read More »Alfie 2
Katherine Mansfield: The Stranger
IT seemed to the little crowd on the wharf that she was never going to move again. There she lay, immense, motionless on the grey crinkled water, a loop of… Read More »Katherine Mansfield: The Stranger