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In
his darkroom he is finally alone
with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
The only light is red and softly glows,
as though this were a church and he
a priest preparing to intone aMass.
Belfast . Beirut . Phnom Penh . All flesh is grass.
He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays
beneath his hands which did not tremble then
though seem to now. RuralEngland .
Home again
to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,
to fields which don't explode beneath the feet
of running children in a nightmare heat.
Something is happening. A stranger's features
faintly start to twist before his eyes,
a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries
of this man's wife, how he sought approval
without words to do what someone must
and how the blood stained into foreign dust.
A hundred agonies in black-and-white
from which his editor will pick out five or six
for Sunday's supplement. The reader's eyeballs prick
with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers.
From aeroplane he stares impassively at where
he earns a living and they do not care.
with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
The only light is red and softly glows,
as though this were a church and he
a priest preparing to intone a
He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays
beneath his hands which did not tremble then
though seem to now. Rural
to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,
to fields which don't explode beneath the feet
of running children in a nightmare heat.
Something is happening. A stranger's features
faintly start to twist before his eyes,
a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries
of this man's wife, how he sought approval
without words to do what someone must
and how the blood stained into foreign dust.
A hundred agonies in black-and-white
from which his editor will pick out five or six
for Sunday's supplement. The reader's eyeballs prick
with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers.
From aeroplane he stares impassively at where
he earns a living and they do not care.
By- Carol Ann Duffy
Write your analysis on the poem above keeping in mind the FLIRT concept.
Sunday, 23 February 2014
OTHELLO
Year 9 students, you have all had a different experience this year working on the Shakepseare unit. Share your experience on your learning.
- What do you think of the plot and characters?
- What connections can you make to real life?
- How challenging was writing in Shakespearean language
- Why do you think it is important to study Shakespeare?
- Would you like to be part of the Othello play that will be performed in school? Yes/No? Why?
- Which character would you like to be? Why?
- Do you identify with any of the characters?
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