A few questions/thoughts I have used when discussing this provocative poem.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
If Carol Ann Duffy often uncovers the 'foreignness' of the past,and may explore its disturbances, then it is of significance that in this poem, at least initially, she appears to celebrate any exotic
More to follow - but how wonderfully does Duffy capture the idea of the endless spaces of childhood and of childhood remembrance in the first stanza?
Mourning makes us retrace our encounters with others. We go back searching for signs, nurturing those moments of intimacy, tryng to notice light.
Rooms and lonely evenings are scattered like dismal confetti throughout Larkin.They testify to his recurring sense of the individual's lostness even in the midst of the community, the family.
Just been playing Elisabeth Schwarzkopf''s rendition of a Nun's Chorus in the car this morning and found myself straight back to Sale in the 1960s( or was it the 1970s) visiting my grandma and then t
A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy
grew in my mind,
which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes
as though my thoughts
hissed and spat on my scalp.
My bride’s breath soured, stank
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