The poem
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. 'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment of spite behind the shed: It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears The boy came seeking comfort and I saw White blisters beaded on his tender skin. We soothed him till his pain was not so raw. At last he offered us a watery grin, And then I took my billhook, honed the blade And went outside and slashed in fury with it Till not a nettle in that fierce parade Stood upright any more. And then I lit A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead, But in two weeks the busy sun and rain Had called up tall recruits behind the shed: My son would often feel sharp wounds again.
WE did this poem in class and had to compare it to "An august midnight" by Thomas Hardy. I thought Nettles was better
i gotta do an essay on this for english!
it's a good poem though
i am a i5 year old pupil and i have to compare this poem with another one it is hard work but i enjoy it because this poem is very acute and is easy to understand once you know what it is about. so for all the other pupils out there who have to do this coursework good luck x
I gotta do this poem for english coursework and say how it shows its view on love compared to three other poems, its hard an i left it to the last minute so im sitting in english now doing my coursework. Good luck anyone doing this for coursework!!
Urm we have been doing this essay on Vernon Scannells poem "nettles" for weeks now, i still havnt got round to even starting it!!!
I need help Analyisin it! its kinda hard to explain wot im tryin to say in the essay, [im trynin to explain that the poem is about the love parents feel for their children!!!
anywho, im in english right now, and this is rather an essay in its self!
english
i like your poems make some more poems
Hi
I was wondering if this poem has a greater meaning to it, like less about nettles, but more about men. But on the topic of men i have decided from this moment on I am a homosexual.