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Studied Poetry
Tracy K. Smith, Seamus Heaney
| Question | Answer |
|---|---|
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 1 | Imagining yourself a girl again, you ask me to prepare a simple meal |
| Tracy K.Smith - Joy - Stanza 2 | The body is memory. /You are nine years old, / Playing hospital with your sisters |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 3 | These will be my medicine/ You tell them, taking a handful / Of the raisins you love |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy- Stanza 4 | They’ve made the room dark / and covered you with a quilt/ Though this is the South in summer |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 6 | But the body is cautious, / Does not want more/ Than it wants |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 7 | There will be a traffic/ Of transparent tubes, striking/ Their compromise with the body |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 9 | Around a chord of light, / I know you are deciding/ That the body’s a question |
| Tracy K. Smith - Joy - Stanza 10 | What do you believe in? |
| Tracy K. Smith - Dominion over the Beasts of the Earth - Stanza 1 | Dark rooms. Floors lain/ With exquisite dust. We ran / Back and forth, opening/ All the sturdy doors, giddy / As kid goats that have learned / To dance on two hooves. / Breath after breath charging/ In and out. |
| Tracy K. Smith - Dominion over the beasts of the Earth - Stanza 3 | I want to speak now / To the ones I’ve said/ Meant nothing, / And I want to call them all Mauricio. |
| Tracy K. Smith- Dominion over the Beasts of the Earth - Stanza 4 | Like sunset over the Pacific. / Boy on the cusp, on a bicycle / On the porch my father put up. / Did I stare at my lap, / Wishing to be someone else? / Kathy, with the wild limbs, /A fast girl with bracelets/ That made music on her wrists? |
| Tracy K. Smith - Dominion over the Beasts of the Earth- Stanza 5 | That would not stay wound./ When I burned our letters, / Ordinary months swarmed my eyes |
| Tracy K. Smith- Dominion over the Beasts of the Earth- Stanza 6 | Along the frayed thread of dreams. / He stood up to fight once / In a crowded room, insisting / I was his wife. I couldn’t laugh / Until I made sure the ring / That married me to the right person / (Two sizes too loose) / Was still on my finger |
| Tracy K. Smith- The Searchers - Stanza 1 | He wants to kill her for surviving |
| Tracy K.Smith - The Searchers - Stanza 3 | Smile into her fear / With questions and the wish. /The impossible wish, to forget. /What does living do to any of us? |
| Tracy K Smith - The Searchers- Stanza 4 | And why do we grip it, hang on / As if it’s the ribs of a horse/ Past commanding? A beast / That big could wreck us easily |
| Tracy K Smith- The Searchers- Stanza 5 | send us soaring. / We might land, any moment, |
| Tracy K Smith- The Searchers- Stanza 6 | Like cheap toys. There’s always/ A chimney burning in the mind |
| Tracy K Smith- The Searchers- Stanza 8 | Either way / The land went on living |
| Tracy K Smith- The Searchers- Stanza 9 | Dying. What else could it choose? |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In - Stanza 1 | You go to the pain. City after city. Borders / Where they peer into your eyes as if to erase you. |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In - Stanza 3 | Taking it when a strong fist hammers person after person/ A little deeper into the ground. Your camera blinks |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 4 | Soldiers smoking between rounds. Bodies / Blown open like curtains |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 6 | At night you sleep, playing it all back in reverse |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 7 | The dance of the wind in a valley of dirt. |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In - Stanza 8 | People / Close their mouths and run backwards out of frame. |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 9 | Up late, your voice fits my ear like a secret. / But who can hear two things at once? |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 10 | Errant stars flare, shatter. A whistle, then the indescribable thud/ Of an era spilling its matter into the night. Who can say the word love |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 11 | When everything - everything - pushes back with the promise / To grind itself to dust? |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 13 | But a way to kid ourselves into thinking we might last? If trust is just / Another human trick that’ll lick its lips and laugh as it backs away? |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 17 | I want my heart to beat like yours: from outside in, / A locket stuffed with faces that refuse to be named |
| Tracy K Smith- Letter to a Photojournalist going In- Stanza 18 | To land at my feet like a grenade |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 4 | Like the air inside a balloon. Is it bright? Will our eyes crimp shut? |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 5 | Your neighbours forget to invite you to: bass throbbing |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 6 | Through walls, and everyone thudding around drunk/ On the roof. |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 7 | Point them toward the future, and dream of beings / We’ll welcome with indefatigable hospitality |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 8 | We won’t flinch/ At the pinprick mouths, the nubbin limbs. |
| Tracy K Smith- The Universe is a House Party - Stanza 10 | Of course, it’s ours. If it’s anyones, it’s ours. |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 2 | Instead, it’s own quick span, returning / To uselessness |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 3 | Of shed skin. It watches us watch it: / Our faulty eyes, our telltale heat, hearts |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 4 | Ticking at our shirts. We’re here/ To titter at gimcracks, the naive tools |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 6 | Pots of honeyed pilfered from a tomb. Books / Recounting the wars, maps of frizzled stars |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 10 | Special installations come and go. ‘Love’ / Was up for a season, followed by ‘Illness’ |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 11 | Concepts difficult to grasp. |
| Tracy K Smith- The museum of obsolescence- Stanza 12 | Is an image of the old planet taken from space. |
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