Poetry Anthology GCSE English and GCSE English Literature
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Edexcel GCSE Poetry Anthology GCSE English and GCSE English Literature The Edexcel GCSE Poetry Anthology should be used to prepare students for assessment in: English 2EH01 - Unit 3 English Literature 2ET01 - Unit 2 Published by Pearson Education Limited, a company incorporated in England and Wales, having its registered office at Edinburgh Gate, Harlow, Essex, CM20 2JE. Registered company number: 872828 Edexcel is a registered trade mark of Edexcel Limited © Pearson Education Limited 2009 First published 2009 12 11 10 09 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library ISBN 978 1 84690 641 1 Copyright notice All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any means (including photocopying or storing it in any medium by electronic means and whether or not transiently or incidentally to some other use of this publication) without the written permission of the copyright owner, except in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 or under the terms of a licence issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency, Saffron House, 6–10 Kirby Street, London, EC1N 8TS (www.cla.co.uk). Applications for the copyright owner’s written permission should be addressed to the publisher. Picture research by Alison Prior Illustrated by Bob Doucet Printed and bound by Ashford Colour Press Ltd., Gosport See page 72 for acknowledgements. Contents Collection A: Relationships 1 Collection B: Clashes and collisions 19 Collection C: Somewhere, anywhere 37 Collection D: Taking a stand 55 Collection A Relationships Valentine 2 Carol Ann Duffy Rubbish at Adultery 3 Sophie Hannah Sonnet 116 4 William Shakespeare Our Love Now 5 Martyn Lowery Even Tho 6 Grace Nichols Kissing 7 Fleur Adcock One Flesh 8 Elizabeth Jennings Song for Last Year’s Wife 9 Brian Patten My Last Duchess 10 Robert Browning Pity me not because the light of day 12 Edna St. Vincent Millay The Habit of Light 13 Gillian Clarke Nettles 14 Vernon Scannell At the border, 1979 15 Choman Hardi Lines to my Grandfathers 16 Tony Harrison 04/01/07 18 Ian McMillan 1 Relationships Valentine Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light 5 like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your refl ection 10 a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fi erce kiss will stay on your lips, 15 possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring, 20 if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fi ngers, cling to your knife. Carol Ann Duffy 2 Collection A Relationships Rubbish at Adultery Must I give up another night To hear you whinge and whine About how terribly grim you feel And what a dreadful swine 5 You are? You say you’ll never leave Your wife and children. Fine; When have I ever asked you to? I’d settle for a kiss. Couldn’t you, for an hour or so, 10 Just leave them out of this? A rare ten minutes off from guilty Diatribes – what bliss. Yes, I’m aware you’re sensitive: A tortured, wounded soul. 15 I’m after passion, thrills and fun. You say fun takes its toll, So what are we doing here? I fear We’ve lost our common goal. You’re rubbish at adultery. 20 I think you ought to quit. Trouble is, though, fi delity? You’re just as crap at it. Choose one and do it properly, You stupid, stupid git. Sophie Hannah 3 Relationships Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration fi nds, Or bends with the remover to remove. 5 O, no! it is an ever-fi xèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 10 Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare 4 Collection A Relationships Our Love Now I said, She said, observe how the wound heals in time, Although the wound heals how the skin slowly knits and appears cured, it is not the same. and once more becomes whole 10 There is always a scar, 5 The cut will mend, and such a permanent reminder. is our relationship. Such is our love now. I said, She said, observe the scab of the scald, 20 Although the burn will no longer sting 15 the red burnt fl esh is ugly, and we’ll almost forget that it’s there but it can be hidden. the skin remains bleached In time it will disappear, and a numbness prevails. Such is our love, such is our love. Such is our love now. 25 I said, She said, remember how when you cut your hair, After you’ve cut your hair, you feel different, and somehow incomplete. it grows again slowly. During that time But the hair grows – before long changes must occur, it is always the same. 35 the style will be different. 30 Our beauty together is such. Such is our love now. I said, She said, listen to how the raging storm 45 Although the storm is temporary damages the trees outside. and soon passes, 40 The storm is frightening it leaves damage in its wake but it will soon be gone. which can never be repaired. People will forget it ever existed. The tree is forever dead. The breach in us can be mended. 50 Such is our love. Martyn Lowery The line reference numbers have been added for ease of reference to the poem. They do not dictate the appropriate stanza order. 5 Relationships Even Tho Man I love but won’t let you devour even tho I’m all watermelon 5 and starapple and plum when you touch me even tho I’m all seamoss and jellyfi sh 10 and tongue Come leh we go to de carnival You be banana I be avocado 15 Come leh we hug up and brace-up and sweet one another up But then 20 leh we break free yes, leh we break free And keep to de motion of we own person/ality Grace Nichols 6 Collection A Relationships Kissing The young are walking on the riverbank, arms around each other’s waists and shoulders, pretending to be looking at the waterlilies and what might be a nest of some kind, over 5 there, which two who are clamped together mouth to mouth have forgotten about. The others, making courteous detours around them, talk, stop talking, kiss. They can see no one older than themselves. 10 It’s their river. They’ve got all day. Seeing’s not everything. At this very moment the middle-aged are kissing in the back of taxis, on the way to airports and stations. Their mouths and tongues 15 are soft and powerful and as moist as ever. Their hands are not inside each other’s clothes (because of the driver) but locked so tightly together that it hurts: it may leave marks on their not of course youthful skin, which they won’t 20 notice. They too may have futures. Fleur Adcock 7 Relationships One Flesh Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, He with a book, keeping the light on late, She like a girl dreaming of childhood, All men elsewhere – it is as if they wait 5 Some new event: the book he holds unread, Her eyes fi xed on the shadows overhead. Tossed up like fl otsam from a former passion, How cool they lie. They hardly ever touch, Or if they do it is like a confession 10 Of having little feeling – or too much. Chastity faces them, a destination For which their whole lives were a preparation. Strangely apart, yet strangely close together, Silence between them like a thread to hold 15 And not wind in. And time itself ’s a feather Touching them gently. Do they know they’re old, These two who are my father and my mother Whose fi re from which I came, has now grown cold? Elizabeth Jennings 8 Collection A Relationships Song for Last Year’s Wife Alice, this is my fi rst winter of waking without you, of knowing that you, dressed in familiar clothes are elsewhere, perhaps not even 5 conscious of our anniversary. Have you noticed? The earth’s still as hard, the same empty gardens exist; it is as if nothing special had changed, I wake with another mouth feeding 10 from me, yet still feel as if Love had not the right to walk out of me. A year now. So what? you say. I send out my spies. to discover what you are doing. They smile, 15 return, tell me your body’s as fi rm, you are as alive, as warm and inviting as when they knew you fi rst ... Perhaps it is the winter, its isolation from other seasons, that sends me your ghost to witness 20 when I wake.