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(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

The Identification

So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
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  • Edgar Alan (5/18/2010 3:39:00 AM)

    ur a fag jo, stupid motherfucking bitch

    8 person liked.
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  • Edgar Alan (5/18/2010 3:33:00 AM)

    Jo Oates, were u using drugs when you wrote that comment?

  • Edgar Alan (5/18/2010 3:29:00 AM)

    Jo Oates, were you using drugs when you wrote that comment?

  • Regan Mcmillan (1/18/2009 8:15:00 PM)

    I love this poem; it is amazing.
    Roger McGough is one of my favorite poets, and for speech arts, I have done both The Identification and Waving at Trains.
    This poem is absolutely incredible;
    Roger McGough is an extremely talented poet.

  • Ye Won Nam (11/6/2008 10:49:00 AM)

    This poem is so touching!
    My drama teacher introduced this poem to my class and everyone was touched by it. It maked me wonder how Roger McGough wrote this poem with such detail and how he got the idea of making a poem about Stephen.
    I am right now learning the fourth stanza of this poem for my drama assignment and I find it easy as I am so into this poem. It's easy to remember something if you are interested in it.
    This poem is one of my favourite poems I have ever read!

  • Lorna Walker (11/6/2008 2:00:00 AM)

    Hello there,
    I was also very touched by this poem and have been teaching it to students for many years. One question that they always ask is 'why did steven have the cigarettes? ' Could anyone shed any light on this please?
    Many thanks!

  • Jo Oates (1/31/2008 8:59:00 AM)

    Micheal~ This poem was introduced to me in 1986 at school It has affected me throughout my life, influencing choices I made. It is because of this poem, I have never done drugs, or joyrode or played with my life. I live a full and happy life because this poem showed me I was not immortal and that the greatest pain is for those we leave behind. For me, it was about how important it was to make good choices with the life we have~to have lived less or stupidly would I think insult all those who leave so soon. Especially when they leave so selflessly. I wanted you to know that for me this poem has more than meaning. For me, it has given positive direction.

  • Michael Winnington (5/10/2007 2:57:00 PM)

    Good luck Tasha with the reading It's years since I last read this poem but it still means a lot to me.it's about a 14 year old schoolboy killed in a no warning I.R.A.car bombing in July 1972 in Belfast.Stephen was working as a grocery delivery boy as a summer holiday job.The bomb exploded as he warned shoppers about the suspicious car in which the bomb had been planted.Why I know all this is that Stephen was my best friend at Primary School which we left in 1969.It's good to know the poem still has meaning so many years on.

  • Tasha Eden (5/9/2007 2:16:00 PM)

    Hello, We Are Doing This Poem At School For A Devised Theamatic In Drama GCSE. Its A Wonderful Poem And Made Us Think About How To Portray It. Im A Female But Am Playing The Part Of Stephen, Which Is Hard In More Ways Than One! But I Do Praise Roger McGough For How He Portrays Different Aspecst Of Life.

  • Josie Whitehead (4/15/2006 2:38:00 AM)

    Excuse me, but there are a lot of apostrophe's missing from this poem. They are important. Other than that, this is a touching poem. We have gone through this in our family. My husband's brother, Brian, was killed in an ICI explosion. He lived for 5 days, charcoal to the bone, and kept cruelly alive on morphine. For my husband, who had to identify him afterwards, this poem has opened up again old wounds.

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