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An 8 page paper which examines the perspectives of war presented in Carol
Ann Duffy’s “The War Photographer” and Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “The Charge of the
Light Brigade.” No additional sources cited.
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8 pages (~225 words per page)
File: JR7_RAwarpht.rtf
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theme for poetry in light of the fact that words are often useless when trying to describe ones feelings about war. With poetry images are more easily presented, as are
the ambiguous feelings and thoughts. Bearing this in mind the following paper examines two separate poems, discussing how the poet/poetess feels about war. The first poem to be examined is
"The War Photographer" by Carol Ann Duffy. The second is "The Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The War Photographer In Duffys poem the opening
lines seem to imbed a feeling of darkness and perhaps depressing realities: "In his darkroom he is finally alone/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows" (1-2). We
know, from the title, that this poem is about a someone who photographs warfare. And, with that knowledge in hand we look at these two lines and see bitter turmoil
as the "suffering" is in "ordered rows," two images that stand in opposition to some degree. In this we immediately gain the understanding that there is something incredibly horrific about
warfare, regardless of cause. As is the case with Tennysons poem, which is to be discussed in the section that follows, the cause of the war is not necessarily
important at all. The theme is war itself, the suffering, the realities that many simply ignore. And, perhaps most importantly, in this particular poem we see the photographer coming to
this realization in a way that did not occur when he was actually immersed in the warfare taking photographs: "He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays/ beneath
his hands which did not tremble then/ though seem to now. Rural England. Home again/ to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,/ to fields which dont explode beneath the
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