Carol Ann Duffy Summary Revision Sheet 2 - 0
Carol Ann Duffy Summary Revision Sheet 2 - 0
Carol Ann Duffy Summary Revision Sheet 2 - 0
Poem
Persona
Key Ideas /
Themes
Striking Imagery /
Word Choice
Structure
Originally
Autobiographical
CAD as a young girl
Isolation
Childhood
Anxiety
Language
CAD explores what its
like to have your roots
ripped up like a child
All childhood is an
emigration
Some are slow,
Leaving you standing,
resigned
My parents anxiety
stirred like a loose
tooth
Shedding its skin like
a snake
Repetition
Home, Home
Valentine
Autobiographical
CAD speaks to her
partner
OR the poem could be
universal i.e. CAD is
speaking to everyone
who has been in love
Reader is taken aback
by the persona (as her
partner would have
been)
Turning Point
Verse 3 begins with a
turning point as CAD
reflects upon the
experience she
describes in verses 1
and 2
Repetition
Not .
Not
I give you an onion
Turning Point
I am trying to be
truthful
N5 and Higher: Scottish Text: Revision of Carol Ann Duffy selected poems
War
Photographer
Havisham
Anne
Hathaway
I stabbed at a
wedding cake
Give me a male
corpse for a long slow
honeymoon.
Repetition
(none replace with
list and / or short
sentences)
Belfast. Beirut. Phnom
Penh. All flesh is grass.
Turning point
Something is
happening
Repetition
Dont think its only
the heart that b-b-bbreaks.
Short Sentences
Beloved sweetheart
bastard.
Spinster.
Bang.
Repetition
Romance and drama
played by touch, by
scent, by taste
N5 and Higher: Scottish Text: Revision of Carol Ann Duffy selected poems
sexually fulfilling
relationship on that
very bed to suggest
that Shakespeare
adored his wife.
of a noun
Turning Point
Some nights I
dreamed hed written
me, the bed a page
beneath his writers
hands.
Some nights I
dreamed hes written
me
Mrs Midas
he plucked a pear
from a branch we
grew Fondant
dAutomne and it sat
in his palm, like a
lightbulb.
Within seconds he
was spitting out the
teeth of the rich.
He was below, turning
the spare room into
the tomb of
Tutankhamun.
N5 and Higher: Scottish Text: Revision of Carol Ann Duffy selected poems
We were passionate
then, in those halcyon
days; unwrapping each
other, rapidly, like
presents, fast food.
But now I feared his
honeyed embrace, the
kiss that would turn
my lips to a work of
art.
Separate beds.