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Can you think of two ways this could be interpreted?
For example: What if you view it as a homophone?
Verb or adjective?
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Look at the title
Close
Can you think of two ways this could be interpreted?
For example: What if you view it as a homophone?
Verb or adjective?
READ THE POEM 3 TIMES
Try to establish what the story is or what you feel the story is. Remember there are no wrong answers in poetry.
TIP: CAROL ANN DUFFY IS A WORD GENIUS. INTERROGATE EACH LINE AND WORD IN THIS POEM. SHE DOESN’T CHOOSE THINGS WITHOUT REASON.
IDEAS ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS IN CLOSE
Relationships change people.
WHAT IS THE EFFECT OF?
Free verse
Stanzas in quintains (5 line stanzas)
Caesura
Enjambment
Juxtaposition/contrasts
Text
Lock the door. In the dark journey of our night
two childhoods stand in the corner of the bedroom
watching the way we take each other to bits
to stare at our heart. I hear a story
told in sleep in a lost accent. You know the truth.
Who are the children? What does it tell you about the speaker’s relationship, or what has happened to it?
When the narrator says, ‘you know the truth’ what is interesting about this?
Undress. A suitcase crammed with secrets
bursts in the wardrobe at the foot of the bed.
Dress again. Undress. You have me like a drawing,
erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
The name of a country written in red on my palm,
Unreadable. I tell myself where I live now,
but you move in close till I shake, homeless,
further than that. A coin falls from the bedside table,
spinning its heads and tails. How the hell
can I win. How can I lose. Tell me again.
Love won't give in. It makes a hired room tremble
with the pity of bells, a cigarette smoke itself
next to a full glass of wine, time ache
into space, space, wants no more talk. Now
it has me where I want me, now you, you do.
Put out the light. Years stand outside on the street
looking up to an open window, black as our mouth
which utters its tuneless song. The ghosts of ourselves,
behind and before us, throng in a mirror, blind,
laughing and weeping. They know who we are.
