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Post by Kat on May 10, 2006 23:54:17 GMT 4
Okay, so not so much about the band, but has anyone read the poem Mid-term Break? It's sad, but lovely =]
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Post by Emz on May 11, 2006 1:12:47 GMT 4
OMG. THATS IN MY ANTHOLOGY. i was looking through the contents the other day & was like omgz. so i read it. cant remember what its about though
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Post by callummidtermbreak on May 11, 2006 1:37:54 GMT 4
that werre we got our name from lol
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Post by katie on May 11, 2006 1:46:25 GMT 4
lmao seriously? i remember reading that doing my GCSE's......all them years ago by Seamus Heaney isn't it....damn I can't believe i remember that haha and emz yeah you texted me when you discovered it
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Post by Lucy on May 11, 2006 11:03:56 GMT 4
Ohmy I've not heard of it! Can someone post it or something?
Lmfao.. Seamus Heaney! In our anthology we have 2 poems by him and you know you're supposed to refer to the author as their surname.. so like Heaney, well I have a friend and she referred to him as Seamus, was dead funnay cuz we were doing practise and we had to read our esays out
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Post by Kat on May 11, 2006 21:30:59 GMT 4
I'll post it in a min
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Post by Kat on May 11, 2006 21:40:45 GMT 4
Mid-Term Break, by Seamus Heaney
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying- He had always taken funerals in his stride- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand
And telling me they were "sorry for my trouble". Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived Whith the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
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Post by Kat on May 11, 2006 21:41:50 GMT 4
that werre we got our name from lol I guessed that when I first saw the poem's title =]
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Post by katie on May 11, 2006 21:47:05 GMT 4
i had to watch a video of all the poets reading their poems, omg they read them in such a monotone, we were all literally falling asleep!
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Post by kaytee on May 12, 2006 0:11:20 GMT 4
I did that poem a few years ago in English. It is so sad...
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Post by Lucy on May 12, 2006 11:15:48 GMT 4
Awwwww thanks for posting =]]
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Post by Kat on May 12, 2006 20:38:59 GMT 4
Anytime =]
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Post by oli on May 14, 2006 20:34:35 GMT 4
i didnt do that poem, but im read my whole anthology (cuz im sad and english was very boring) i thout it was well sad! quite good thou.
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Post by Lucy on May 23, 2006 17:29:52 GMT 4
I just had my English Lit exam and we had to do the poem by Seamus Heaney ;D
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Post by callummidtermbreak on May 25, 2006 23:42:39 GMT 4
hahah shorty some how got the poem from the antholgy and stuck t on his wall lol x
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