BAYONET CHARGE KEY QUOTES

“Suddenly he awoke and was running – raw / In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy, / Stumbling across a field of clods towards a green hedge / That dazzled with rifle fire, hearing / Bullets smacking the belly out of the air” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Cold clockwork of the stars, it pulls me back / Into its orbit where my blood-stream slows” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“His terror’s touchy dynamite.” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“King, honour, human dignity, etcetera / Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm / To get out of that blue crackling air” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“His terror’s touchy dynamite” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“A running boy, whose stick was a rifle.” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“He clawed and / Slit the pale sheet, and saw / In the middle of the night / His face / Staring in penitential white / From a mirror / Pocked with old bullet-holes” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“His rifle numb as a smashed arm” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye / Sweating like molten metal from his heart.” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye / Sweating like molten metal from his heart” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame / And crawled in a threshing circle, its mouth wide” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“In what cold clockwork of the stars and nations / Was he the hand pointing that second?” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Suddenly he awoke and was running” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge THOUGHT SAVITRIBAI PHULE QUOTES

“Through raw-cold land, through scudding drifts / Of air that knife my nostrils, / I stumble and stagger” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Then the shot-slashed furrows threw up a yellow hare” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Just as its jaws snap open, “like a flame” / And it fearfully rolls and thrashes in a threshing circle” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye / Sweating like molten metal from his heart” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“King, Honour, Human Dignity, etcetera” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“His terror’s touchy dynamite” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“As a rifle numb as a smashed arm” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“His sweat heavy, / Stumbling across a field of clods towards a green hedge” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Bullets smacking the belly out of the air” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“With a yellow hare that rolled like a flame” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge

“Then the shot-slashed furrows threw up a yellow hare” – Ted Hughes, Bayonet Charge