Simon ArmitageAnd wonder, dread and warhave lingered in that landwhere loss and love in turnhave held the upper hand.
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The words “and wonder, dread and war” in this poem by C. Day-Lewis reflect the emotions of the speaker. The speaker finds it difficult to live in a place where loss and love can hold the upper hand. The poem is written in the style of a diary, where the speaker describes what she sees around her.
She describes how she loves her home but finds it difficult to live in because all she hears are the sounds of death and loss. She finds herself wondering if she has enough time to enjoy her daily activities. Despite all these feelings, she finds comfort in the fact that even though loss and love can hold the upper hand in her life, there are things that are much worse that will happen to her in life.
Source: Sir Gawain And The Green Knight
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