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30 Shy as a leveret, swift as he,Straight and slight as a young larch tree,Sweet as the first wild violets, she,To her wild self. But what to me?The short days shorten and the oaks are brown,35The blue smoke rises to the low grey sky,One leaf in the still air falls slowly down,A magpie’s spotted feathers lieOn the black earth spread white with rime,The berries redden up to Christmas-time.40What’s Christmas-time without there beSome other in the house than we!She sleeps up in the attic thereAlone, poor maid. ’Tis but a stairBetwixt us. Oh! my God! the down,45 The soft young down of her, the brown,The brown of her – her eyes, her hair, her hair!14AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 14Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYCecilDay-Lewis(1904 – 1972)Walking Away15It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –A sunny day with leaves just turning,The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you playYour first game of football, then, like a satelliteWrenched from its orbit, go drifting awayBehind a scatter of boys. I can see10You walking away from me towards the schoolWith the pathos of a half-fledged thing set freeInto a wilderness, the gait of oneWho finds no path where the path should be.15That hesitant figure, eddying awayLike a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,Has something I never quite grasp to conveyAbout nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorchingOrdeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.I have had worse partings, but none that soGnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughlySaying what God alone could perfectly show –How selfhood begins with a walking away,20 And love is proved in the letting go.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 151531/07/2015 22:14

CharlesCausley(1917 – 2003)Eden Rock1They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock:My father, twenty-five, in the same suitOf Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier JackStill two years old and trembling at his feet.5My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dressDrawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.1015She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straightFrom an old H.P. sauce bottle, a screwOf paper for a cork; slowly sets outThe same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.My mother shades her eyes and looks my wayOver the drifted stream. My father spinsA stone along the water. Leisurely,They beckon to me from the other bank.I hear them call, ‘See where the stream-path is!Crossing is not as hard as you might think.’20 I had not thought that it would be like this.16AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 16Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYSeamusHeaney(1939 – 2013)Follower1My father worked with a horse-plough,His shoulders globed like a full sail strungBetween the shafts and the furrow.The horse strained at his clicking tongue.5An expert. He would set the wingAnd fit the bright steel-pointed sock.The sod rolled over without breaking.At the headrig, with a single pluck1015Of reins, the sweating team turned roundAnd back into the land. His eyeNarrowed and angled at the ground,Mapping the furrow exactly.I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,Fell sometimes on the polished sod;Sometimes he rode me on his backDipping and rising to his plod.I wanted to grow up and plough,To close one eye, stiffen my arm.All I ever did was follow20 In his broad shadow round the farm.I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,Yapping always. But todayIt is my father who keeps stumblingBehind me, and will not go away.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 171731/07/2015 22:14

SimonArmitage(b. 1963)Mother, any distanceFrom Books of Matches1Mother, any distance greater than a single spanrequires a second pair of hands.You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors,the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors.5You at the zero-end, me with the spool of tape, recording1015length, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leavingup the stairs, the line still feeding out, unreelingyears between us. Anchor. Kite.I space-walk through the empty bedrooms, climbthe ladder to the loft, to breaking point, where somethinghas to give;two floors below your fingertips still pinchthe last one-hundredth of an inch . I reachtowards a hatch that opens on an endless skyto fall or fly.18AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 18Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYCarolAnn Duffy(b. 1955)Before You Were Mine15I’m ten years away from the corner you laugh onwith your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff.The three of you bend from the waist, holdingeach other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement.Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn.I’m not here yet. The thought of me doesn’t occur10in the ballroom with the thousand eyes, the fizzy, movie tomorrowsthe right walk home could bring. I knew you would dancelike that. Before you were mine, your Ma stands at the closewith a hiding for the late one. You reckon it’s worth it.15The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh?I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics,and now your ghost clatters toward me over George Squaretill I see you, clear as scent, under the tree,with its lights, and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart?Cha cha cha! You’d teach me the steps on the way home from Mass,stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even thenI wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello, somewherein Scotland, before I was born. That glamorous love lasts20 where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 191931/07/2015 22:14

OwenSheers(b.  1974)Winter Swans15The clouds had given their all two days of rain and then a breakin which we walked,the waterlogged earthgulping for breath at our feetas we skirted the lake, silent and apart,until the swans came and stopped uswith a show of tipping in unison.As if rolling weights down their bodies to their heads1015they halved themselves in the dark water,icebergs of white feather, paused before returning againlike boats righting in rough weather.‘They mate for life’ you said as they left,porcelain over the stilling water. I didn’t replybut as we moved on through the afternoon light,slow-stepping in the lake’s shingle and sand,I noticed our hands, that had, somehow,swum the distance between usand folded, one over the other,20 like a pair of wings settling after flight.20AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 20Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYDaljitNagra(b.  1966)Singh Song!1I run just one ov my daddy’s shopsfrom 9 o’clock to 9 o’clockand he vunt me not to hav a breakbut ven nobody in, I do di lock –5cos up di stairs is my newly bridevee share in chapattivee share in di chutneyafter vee hav made luvlike vee rowing through Putney –1015Ven I return vid my pinnie untieddi shoppers always point and cry:Hey Singh, ver yoo bin?Yor lemons are limesyor bananas are plantain,dis dirty little floor need a little bit of mopin di worst Indian shopon di whole Indian road –Above my head high heel tap di groundas my vife on di web is playing wid di mouse20 ven she netting two cat on her Sikh lover siteshe book dem for di meat at di cheese ov her price –my brideshe effing at my mumin all di colours of Punjabi25den stumble like a drunkmaking fun at my daddyaqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 212131/07/2015 22:14

my bridetiny eyes ov a gunand di tummy ov a teddy30 my brideshe hav a red crew cutand she wear a Tartan saria donkey jacket and some pumpson di squeak ov di girls dat are pinching my sweeties –35 Ven I return from di tickle ov my bridedi shoppers always point and cry:Hey Singh, ver yoo bin?Di milk is out ov dateand di bread is alvays stale,40 di tings yoo hav on offer yoo hav never got in stockin di worst Indian shopon di whole Indian road –Late in di midnight hourven yoo shoppers are wrap up quiet45 ven di precinct is concrete-coolvee cum down whispering stairsand sit on my silver stool,from behind di chocolate barsvee stare past di half-price window signs50 at di beaches ov di UK in di brightey moon –from di stool each night she say,How much do yoo charge for dat moon baby?from di stool each night I say,Is half di cost ov yoo baby,55 from di stool each night she say,How much does dat come to baby?from di stool each night I say,Is priceless baby –22AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 22Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYAndrewWaterhouse(1958 – 2001)Climbing My Grandfather15I decide to do it free, without a rope or net.First, the old brogues, dusty and cracked;an easy scramble onto his trousers,pushing into the weave, trying to get a grip.By the overhanging shirt I changedirection, traverse along his beltto an earth-stained hand. The nailsare splintered and give good purchase,the skin of his finger is smooth and thick10 like warm ice. On his arm I discoverthe glassy ridge of a scar, place my feetgently in the old stitches and move on.At his still firm shoulder, I rest for a whilein the shade, not looking down,15 for climbing has its dangers, then pullmyself up the loose skin of his neckto a smiling mouth to drink among teeth.Refreshed, I cross the screed cheek,to stare into his brown eyes, watch a pupil20 slowly open and close. Then up overthe forehead, the wrinkles well-spacedand easy, to his thick hair (soft and whiteat this altitude), reaching for the summit,where gasping for breath I can only lie25 watching clouds and birds circle,feeling his heat, knowingthe slow pulse of his good heart.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 232331/07/2015 22:14

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PercyBysshe Shelley(1792 – 1822)Ozymandias1510I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;And on the pedestal these words appear:‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away.26AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 26Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYWilliamBlake(1757 – 1827)London1I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe.5In every cry of every man,In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:1015How the chimney-sweeper’s cryEvery black’ning church appalls,And the hapless soldier’s sighRuns in blood down palace walls.But most through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot’s curseBlasts the new-born infant’s tear,And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 272731/07/2015 22:14

WilliamWordsworth(1770 – 1850)Extract from, The Prelude15One summer evening (led by her) I foundA little boat tied to a willow treeWithin a rocky cove, its usual home.Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping inPushed from the shore. It was an act of stealthAnd troubled pleasure, nor without the voiceOf mountain-echoes did my boat move on;Leaving behind her still, on either side,Small circles glittering idly in the moon,10 Until they melted all into one trackOf sparkling light. But now, like one who rows,Proud of his skill, to reach a chosen pointWith an unswerving line, I fixed my viewUpon the summit of a craggy ridge,15 The horizon’s utmost boundary; far aboveWas nothing but the stars and the grey sky.She was an elfin pinnace; lustilyI dipped my oars into the silent lake,And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat20 Went heaving through the water like a swan;When, from behind that craggy steep till thenThe horizon’s bound, a huge peak, black and huge,As if with voluntary power instinct,Upreared its head. I struck and struck again,25 And growing still in stature the grim shapeTowered up between me and the stars, and still,For so it seemed, with purpose of its ownAnd measured motion like a living thing,Strode after me. With trembling oars I turned,30 And through the silent water stole my way28AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 28Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGYBack to the covert of the willow tree;There in her mooring-place I left my bark, –And through the meadows homeward went, in graveAnd serious mood; but after I had seen35 That spectacle, for many days, my brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being; o’er my thoughtsThere hung a darkness, call it solitudeOr blank desertion. No familiar shapes40 Remained, no pleasant images of trees,Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;But huge and mighty forms, that do not liveLike living men, moved slowly through the mindBy day, and were a trouble to my dreams.aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 292931/07/2015 22:14

RobertBrowning(1812 – 1889)My Last DuchessFerrara15That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said‘Frà Pandolf’ by design, for never readStrangers like you that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance,But to myself they turned (since none puts by10 The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,How such a glance came there; so, not the firstAre you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas notHer husband’s presence only, called that spot15 Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhapsFrà Pandolf chanced to say ‘Her mantle lapsOver my lady’s wrist too much,’ or ‘PaintMust never hope to reproduce the faintHalf-flush that dies along her throat’: such stuff20 Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enoughFor calling up that spot of joy. She hadA heart – how shall I say? – too soon made glad,Too easily impressed; she liked whate’erShe looked on, and her looks went everywhere.25 Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,The dropping of the daylight in the West,The bough of cherries some officious foolBroke in the orchard for her, the white mule30AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 30Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

GCSE ENGLISH LITERATUREPAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTHOLOGY303540455055She rode with round the terrace – all and eachWould draw from her alike the approving speech,Or blush, at least. She thanked men, – good! but thankedSomehow – I know not how – as if she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old nameWith anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blameThis sort of trifling? Even had you skillIn speech – (which I have not) – to make your willQuite clear to such an one, and say, ‘Just thisOr that in you disgusts me; here you miss,Or there exceed the mark’ – and if she letHerself be lessoned so, nor plainly setHer wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,– E’en then would be some stooping; and I chooseNever to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,Whene’er I passed her; but who passed withoutMuch the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;Then all smiles stopped together. There she standsAs if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meetThe company below, then. I repeat,The Count your master’s known munificenceIs ample warrant that no just pretenceOf mine for dowry will be disallowed;Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowedAt starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll goTogether down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!aqa.org.uk/english-e-libraryAQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 313131/07/2015 22:14

AlfredLord Tennyson(1809 – 1892)The Charge of theLight Brigade1.1Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.5 ‘Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns!’ he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.2.‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’10 Was there a man dismay’d?Not tho’ the soldier knewSome one had blunder’d:Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,15 Theirs but to do and die:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.3.Cannon to right of them,Cannon to left of them,20 Cannon in front of themVolley’d and thunder’d;Storm’d at with shot and shell,Boldly they rode and well,Into the jaws of Death,25 Into the mouth of HellRode the six hundred.32AQA EngLit GCSE v08.indd 324.Flash’d all their sabres bare,Flash’d as they turn’d in airSabring the gunners there,30 Charging an army, whileAll the world wonder’d:Plunged in the battery-smokeRight thro’ the line they broke;Cossack and Russian35 Reel’d from the sabre-strokeShatter’d and sunder’d.Then they rode back, but notNot the six hundred.5.Cannon to right of them,40 Cannon to left of them,Cannon behind themVolley’d and thunder’d;Storm’d at with shot and shell,While horse and hero fell,45 They that had fought so wellCame thro’ the jaws of DeathBack from the mouth of Hell,All that was left of them,Left of six hundred.6.50 When can their glory fade?O the wild charge they made!All the world wonder’d.Honour the charge they made!Honour the Light Brigade,55Noble six hundred!Develop your learning on AQA English e-Library31/07/2015 22:14

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GCSE ENGLIS LITERATURE PAST AND PRESENT: POETRY ANTOLOGY aa.org.uk/english-e-library 3 Contents Cluster 1: Love and relationships Lord Byron When We Two Parted 6 Percy Bysshe Shelley Love’s Philosophy 7 Robert Browning Porphyria’s Lover 8 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet 29 – ‘I think