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Time and place poetry is mostly focused on Romantic poets. Poems that surround this theme focus on how time affects places either drastically or not at all. Most regularly criticising modernisation or urbanisation. However, some can also be about people changing too.

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WHY DO WE STUDY POETRY?

1. To be curious about the art of poetry

2. To engage creatively and critically with poetry

3. To demonstrate compassion and care in the way we interpret poetry

4. To be an independent learner by completing a choice of activities

5. To enhance our digital literacy skills

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Poems we have studied
· ‘London’ by William Blake

· ‘Composed Upon Westminster Bridge’ by William Wordsworth
· ‘Nothing’s Changed’ by Tatumkulu Afrika
· ‘In Romney Marsh’ by John Davidson
· ‘To Autumn’ by John Keats

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Through poetry, millions of people have been able to express exactly how they feel. What’s so beautiful about poetry compared to other literary structures is the fact that you can entrench so many feelings, knowledge, ideas and themes within just one phrase or even one word!

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Romney Marsh - In Telugu (My mother tongue)

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Romney Marsh - In Telugu (My mother tongue)

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Nēnu Dymchurch Wallki veḷlinappuḍu,

nēnu dakṣiṇa bhūmi mīda pāḍaṭaṁ vinnānu

pasupu sūryakānti paḍaṭaṁ nēnu cūśānu

Norman churchilu unna knōls‌lō.

Mariyu ullāsaṅgā, biguvugā mariyu tēlikagā riṅgiṅg,

gāli lōpala dhvani yokka cōre,

Rōmnī ṭaun nuṇḍi Hythe varaku viar

dāni gāli prayāṇaṁ gāyantō pāṭu.

Ūdāraṅgu āviri yokka tera pravahin̄cindi

mariyu Straitsu veṇṭa dāni an̄cuni anusarin̄cindi;

nīlamaṇi vaṇṭi pai gāli prakāśistundi:

Mariyu gulābīlu svargapu kēndra dvārālanu nimpāyi.

Māsṭu‌lu tama ṭāps‌ni āḍin̄cāyi;

ūgisalāḍē alalu oḍḍuna egisipaḍḍāyi;

kuṅkumapuvvu beachu, anni vajrāla chukkalu

mariyu uppena poosalu, garjananu poḍigin̄cāyi.

Nēnu Dymchurch Wall nuṇḍi paiki rāgānē,

nēnu Downs takkuva śikharaṁ paina cūśānu

sūryāstamayaṁ patanaṁ yokka krimsan brāṇḍlu,

Wesṭ nuṇḍi flickar mariyu phēḍ.

Rātri munigipōyindi: Veṇḍi nippu rēkulu lāgā

oka goppa varṣanlō nakṣatrālu krindiki vaccāyi;

ṣhril gāli vīcindi; mariyu tīganu trippaṇḍi

Hythe nuṇḍi Rōmnī ṭaun varaku mrōgindi.

Cīkaṭigā merisē uppu samudrapu cukkalu

oḍḍuna alalu ḍhīkonnaṭlugā pravāhālu;

beachu, dāni anni avayava āgipōtundi

maḷḷī pealiṅg, garjananu poḍigin̄cindi.

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Yes, that’s true, he wrote lyrics which can be used quite like poem stanzas. One song that relates to time and place is Man in the Mirror. After a time, Michael realises that he should make a change in the world and he explains that the man in the mirror should change first before he makes others change. He mentions seeing children without food to eat, showing how far the poverty crisis has come. Personally, I think that he was appalled and frustrated that no one was standing up and making a change so he wrote this song to show that he was going to do it first. What makes this song very important is that Michael Jackson is rather famous so he would impact many others to change for the better good. This would then, after a time cause the place to change.

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This drawing was inspired by the poem: ‘To Autumn’ by John Keats. The poem refers to the ‘cottage-trees’ and this to me implies a sense of comfort and a homely idea of autumn. Therefore, I drew a cottage in the shape of a tree. I then added harvested bits of barren land or ‘stubble-plains'. Then I added corns on the cob as leaves because of ‘sweet kernel’. I chose the apples as stepping stones because the path bends such as the line ‘to bend with apples’.

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Revise Composed Upon Westminister Bridge

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Revise Composed Upon Westminister Bridge

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Recital of the poem with change in tone for atmosphere and environment enhancement. I used a tone which shows how the writer finds it sad and completely unbelievable that there is no change to apartheid.

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If you were me, I'm sure you’d see

The trouble that thou hath caused thee.

Wilting willows shadowed in sorrow

As the tears of the clouds exclaim that tomorrow

Nothing will happen

This land will stay barren

For they have quenched their thirst too much

And the farmers have now said that such and such

Should leave this land

And they gave you the hand.

But you did not know

So

I say farewell for you aren’t me

And I hope you’ll act more carefully.

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Poem I previously wrote - Who is there to See?

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Poem I previously wrote - Who is there to See?

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Alas, the world is too

small,

Alack! Woe is she

Her worries build up tall,

Yet who is there to see.

The universe delighted

When I faced the past,

That is what I witnessed.

What do you say, Is it

now different?

I now face humanity

Against this treachery,

They say is destiny

But I say is criminal.

My good eye cries,

While the other lies

There in wonder.

Of how this world came to see.

Oceans flood.

Rivers die,

Land dries

They're losing their

own blood.

When I was young,

Oh! How I had run

In the emerald hair of her.

Now it's gone.

Sand has crept inside

my eyes.

Now I am not there to see:

The reality of she,

Ruined by thee.

How am I supposed

to trust you?

After what you do,

Litter amongst the streets.

It surrounds your feet!

She cries to me.

About what you

have done.

Although I cannot see,

I know…. I know all.

Her, eyelashes wilted.

Her legs sawed off.

Her pupils drained

and flooded.

Her bones melted.

Her lungs polluted.

Her skin protruded.

Her body shot.

But I saw not.

Alas, the world is

too small,

Alack! Woe is she,

Her worries build up tall,

Yet who is there to see?

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You're Being Deceived - Poem By Sarayu Mekala

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You're Being Deceived - Poem By Sarayu Mekala

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Do you believe that she's in glee
or that she is forever (happily)
trying to live her life the way you perceive
when really, you are just being deceived.

For she's not the way she is outside
No, at home she cowers and tries to hide.
Nature is but her only mother.
Family? She has no other.

The one she calls Sir appears to be her father
Yet everyone thinks he has no daughter.
Treated like an orphan and nobody knows.
She covers her bruises from the blows.

Butter and bread
Or to rest her head.
There is no other way
Than to sweep and sway.

She stares above at the pallid expanse,
No one giving her a single glance
As she begins:
Cursing, crying, weeping, wailing.

Tilting her head left and right
Bloody face, bloody eyes
Witnessing such an awful surprise
10 more girls quite like her.

Masses of ringlets framing their heads
They too have no beds,
bloody faces, bloody eyes,
Bruises and blows they try to hide.

Treated like orphans
although they are not
blood still dripping
will it ever clot?

Do you believe that they are in glee
or that they are forever (happily)
trying to live their lives the way you perceive
when really, you are just being deceived.