1. ‘And I sunned it with smiles / And with soft deceitful wiles
‘And I sunned it with smiles / And with soft deceitful wiles.’ ‘Till it bore an apple bright.’ ‘When the night had veil’d the pole...’ A Poison Tree William Blake

2. ‘The sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,’ ‘Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown / That host on the morrow lay wither’d and strown.’ ‘And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword / Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.’ The Destruction of Sennacherib Lord Byron

3. ‘Small circles glittering idly in the moon,’ ‘And measured motion like a living thing / Strode after me.’ ‘huge and mighty forms, that do not live / Like living men.’ Extract from The Prelude William Wordsworth

4. ‘I shot at him as he at me,’ ‘Because he was my foe / Just so - my foe of course he was’ ‘Off hand like – just as I – / Was out of work – had sold his traps’ The Man He Killed Thomas Hardy

5. ‘Why did a great lord find me out’ ‘He wore me like a golden knot / He changed me like a glove.’ ‘He bound you with his ring.’ Cousin Kate Christina Rossetti

6. ‘Explain yuself / wha you mean’ ‘when light and shadow / mix in de sky / is a half-caste weather/’ ‘yu must come back tomorrow / wid de whole of your eye’ Half Caste John Agard

7. ‘the merciless iced east winds that knive us’ ‘Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence’ ‘But nothing happens.’ Exposure Wilfred Owen

8. ‘Into the jaws of Death / Into the mouth of Hell’ ‘Storm’d at with shot and shell’ ‘When can their glory fade?’ The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson

9. ‘the tight / Red rope of love which we both / Fought over
‘the tight / Red rope of love which we both / Fought over.’ ‘the wild, tender circles / Of our struggle to become / Separate.’ ‘bringing up / From the heart’s pool that old rope’ Catrin Gillian Clarke

10. ‘The reassurance of the frame is flexible’ ‘peach, sun-gilded girls / rolling, silk crumpled, on the grass / in champagne giggles.’ ‘mouth too small for her dark scream’ War Photographer Carole Satyamurti

11. ‘it was raining exclamation marks’ ‘And the / Explosion / Itself – an asterisk on the map.’ ‘A fusillade of question marks.’ Belfast Confetti Ciaran Carson

12. ‘How can you tell what class I’m from
‘How can you tell what class I’m from?’ ‘Have I a label on me head, and another on me bum?’ ‘Why do you care what class I’m from?’ The Class Game Mary Casey

13. ‘spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockade / of yellow bias binding’ ‘busy making tucks, darts, pleats, hat-less, without / a winter coat or reinforcements of hats and gloves’ ‘leaned against it like a wishbone’ Poppies Jane Weir

14. ‘I am not de problem’ ‘If yu give I a chance / I can teach you of Timbuktu / I can do more than dance’ ‘Black is not de problem / Mother country get it right’ No Problem Benjamin Zephaniah

15. ‘It is not remembered.’ ‘3) Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned mouth.’ ‘when bombs smashed those mirrors / there was time only to scream’ What Were They Like? Denise Levertov