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Favourite line/s from a poem

  1. Cris A profile image61
    Cris Aposted 7 years ago

    "nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"


    fr somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

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      cosetteposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      OMG!!!  (love e.e.)

      "a glimmering girl with apple blossom in her hair"
      -from William Butler Yeats (The Song of Wandering Aengus)

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      LEWJposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      A wonderful ee cummings poem I read years ago.  A genuine modern poet.  Good pick.

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    Am I dead, yet?posted 7 years ago

    '...They know not I knew thee,
    Who knew thee too well:
    Long, long shall I rue thee
    Too deeply to tell.

    '...In secret we met
    In silence I grieve
    That thy heart could forget,
    Thy spirit deceive.
    If I should meet thee
    After long years,
    How should I greet thee?
    With silence and tears.

    from 'When we two parted' by Lord Byron

    (I know that is more than a few lines but I had to reference this one from Byron). Glad to see you hubbin' some more =]

    1. earnestshub profile image88
      earnestshubposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Great I like Byron! smile

    2. SeanMorgan profile image60
      SeanMorganposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Very good one smile

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    Linda Kabanposted 7 years ago

    "Hope is the thing with feathers,
    That perches in the soul.
    And sings the tune without the words,
    And never stops at all."

    Pure Miss Emily Dickinson.
    My favourite.

  4. Cris A profile image61
    Cris Aposted 7 years ago

    hey sandy!

    actually it's a ploy as i'm kinda looking for inspiration to spark the plug so to speak. LOL I just came across that ee cummings poem again and I remembered liking it very much when i was in college. anyway, glad i started this as the byron verses you chose has kindled something - that's a start cool

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      Am I dead, yet?posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      yay big_smile I can't wait!

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
    Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
    And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
    To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
    There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
    That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

    Sir Walter Scott

  6. earnestshub profile image88
    earnestshubposted 7 years ago

    A T.S. Elliot quote that I find solace in

    "I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope;
    for hope would be hope of the wrong thing;
    wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet fath. But the faith, and the love, and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

  7. frogdropping profile image85
    frogdroppingposted 7 years ago

    Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
    And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds

    Anthem For Doomed Youth - Wilfred Owen

  8. kephrira profile image60
    kephriraposted 7 years ago

    "Turning and turning in the widening gyre
        The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
        Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
        Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
        The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
        The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
        The best lack all conviction, while the worst
        Are full of passionate intensity. " - The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats

    I love the intensity of this poem

  9. Cris A profile image61
    Cris Aposted 7 years ago

    Wow these are great selections! Thanks for sharing your favourites as they also serve as introductions to poems I may be missing out on cool

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    hobbitatheartposted 7 years ago

    "If right now, you
    Were to capture this elation
    In the framework of your mind,
    Or find transcendence through these words,
    Then at most you would know nothing
    Of the beauty your existence throws to me"

    Rider Strong (yes, the actor)

  11. orchestra profile image61
    orchestraposted 7 years ago

    "One light, one mind, flashing in the dark,
    Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts."

    - Greenday, Minority

  12. Paraglider profile image89
    Paragliderposted 7 years ago

    And he, in fear, this naked man alone,
       His fallen hands forgetting all their shells,
    His lips gone pale, knelt low behind a stone,
    And stared, and saw, and did not understand,
       Columbus's doom-burdened caravels
          Slant to the shore, and all their seamen land.

    J C Squire

    The spring clad all in gladness
    Doth laugh at winter's sadness

    Thomas Morley

  13. Shalini Kagal profile image81
    Shalini Kagalposted 7 years ago


    Somewhere ages and ages hence
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
    I took the one less traveled by
    And that has made all the difference.

    Cris - great to see you back smile

  14. Inspirepub profile image88
    Inspirepubposted 7 years ago

    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

    I also love:

    Your children are not your children,
    They are the sons and daughters
    Of life's longing for itself.

    Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet


    EDIT: Shailini, we crossed posts - great minds think alike, eh? wink

  15. Inspirepub profile image88
    Inspirepubposted 7 years ago

    I really struggle to cut out any subset of this poem, I wish I could quote it in its entirety, but that's not the game here, so (deep breath) I think this part is my favourite:

    I want to know if you can sit with pain
    mine or your own
    without moving to hide it
    or fade it
    or fix it.

    I want to know if you can be with joy
    mine or your own
    if you can dance with wildness
    and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
    without cautioning us
    to be careful
    to be realistic
    to remember the limitations of being human.

    Oriah Mountain Dreaming, The Invitation


    No, dammit, this bit has to go in, too:

    It doesn’t interest me
    to know where you live or how much money you have.
    I want to know if you can get up
    after the night of grief and despair
    weary and bruised to the bone
    and do what needs to be done
    to feed the children.

    Jenny smile

  16. Sasha S profile image80
    Sasha Sposted 7 years ago

    "...Love is not love

    Which alters when it alteration finds,

    Or bends with the remover to remove:

    O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

    That looks on tempests and is never shaken..."

    Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare!

  17. LondonGirl profile image91
    LondonGirlposted 7 years ago

    A couple of faves:

    Firstly, Kipling's "Female of the Species":

    She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
    Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
    He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
    Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

    A. E. Housman:

    Here dead we lie
    Because we did not choose
    To live and shame the land
    From which we sprung.

    Life, to be sure,
    Is nothing much to lose,
    But young men think it is,
    And we were young.

    Wilfred Owen:

    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori.

    [it is sweet and proper to die for one's country]

    Christina Rossetti

    When I am dead, my dearest,
             Sing no sad songs for me;
         Plant thou no roses at my head,
             Nor shady cypress tree:
         Be the green grass above me
             With showers and dewdrops wet;
         And if thou wilt, remember,
             And if thou wilt, forget.
         I shall not see the shadows,
             I shall not feel the rain;
         I shall not hear the nightingale
             Sing on, as if in pain:
         And dreaming through the twilight
             That doth not rise nor set,
         Haply I may remember,
             And haply may forget.


    WHEN icicles hang by the wall    
      And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,    
    And Tom bears logs into the hall,    
      And milk comes frozen home in pail;    
    When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,             5
    Then nightly sings the staring owl    
    Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note!    
    While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

  18. mirajraha profile image60
    mirajrahaposted 7 years ago

    When the moon stole away the glory of the sun.

    -Vikram Chanbra(a very special poet friend of mine)

    1. Paraglider profile image89
      Paragliderposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      The author of Red Earth... ?

      1. mirajraha profile image60
        mirajrahaposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        no he's a simple freelance poet,forgot the name of the poem but the line is etched in my mind.

  19. Drew Breezzy profile image82
    Drew Breezzyposted 7 years ago

    "what is a butterfly at best

    a caterpillar dressed"

  20. Shalini Kagal profile image81
    Shalini Kagalposted 7 years ago

    Birth is heaped on birth
    That such cannonade
    May thunder time away
    Birth-hour and death-hour meet
    Or, as great sages say
    Men dance on deathless feet.

                           - W. B. Yeats

    @ Jenny - that was incredible!
    @ Paraglider - Red Earth and Pouring Rain? That was by Vikram Chandra.

    1. Paraglider profile image89
      Paragliderposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      I know, it's a favourite of mine. I was wondering if Chanbra was a typo.

  21. manlypoetryman profile image72
    manlypoetrymanposted 7 years ago


    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
    But make allowance for their doubting too,
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
    If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much,
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

    by Rudyard Kipling

    (Couldn't pick just a couple of good lines on this one...they're all good!)

    1. wavegirl22 profile image49
      wavegirl22posted 6 years ago in reply to this

      and I am glad you couldnt just pick a few, for I have never read this and can not thank you enough for taking the time to type it and sharing it here . .

  22. LondonGirl profile image91
    LondonGirlposted 7 years ago

    Kipling's stuff is great.

    He wrote a great poem about society's attitudes to soldiers, which is still true now. "Tommy Atkins" is a nick-name for British soldiers, and they were known as "red coats" in Victorian England after the colour of their uniforms.

    A couple of verses are here, and the full poem can be found at http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Tommy :

    Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
    An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
    Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.

    You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires an' all:
    We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.

    1. manlypoetryman profile image72
      manlypoetrymanposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      That's good stuff, London Girl...Cheers to a "Manly" poet such as Kipling!

  23. mirajraha profile image60
    mirajrahaposted 7 years ago

    Before the moon,sun,and earth
    before stars or comets free
    Before e'en time had its birth
    I was,I am,I will be.

                    -Swami Vivekananda

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    Ghost32posted 7 years ago

    Being actually still, there burst a great Light
    And he saw his own tracks
    Crissing and crossing Universes and back
    Wound in a maze that had covered no Space
    He grew up and knew he had traveled...No Place.

    From my own poem, The Little Boy Who Ran, written in 1979.

    Only real bummer is I don't believe I've written one to match it since.

    1. mirajraha profile image60
      mirajrahaposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      I agree that is outlandish.thanks for sharing.

  25. Cris A profile image61
    Cris Aposted 7 years ago

    wow and wow again! loving each and every line! thanks for sharing - i could stay here all day and wait up for the next line/s!

    @cosette - that makes two of us! cool!

    @shalini - was away, but never gone cool

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      cosetteposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      best forum thread ever. well, this week anyway wink

      'k, another...unfortunately i can't just post one line because it's all too beautiful (especially that 'erasing statues' part):

      We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.
      -Pablo Neruda (Clenched Soul)

  26. KevCC profile image41
    KevCCposted 7 years ago

    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

    Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
    And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
    Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
    And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

    Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
    The moping owl does to the moon complain
    Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
    Molest her ancient solitary reign.

    Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
    Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
    Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
    The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

    Elegy Written in a country churchyard
    by Thomas Gray

  27. LondonGirl profile image91
    LondonGirlposted 7 years ago

    I love this one, thanks for posting it.

  28. Hovalis profile image88
    Hovalisposted 7 years ago

    Maybe not of the calibre of the other quoted poems, but I love the romantic imagery in Banjo Paterson's poems. For some reason the last stanza of "The Man from Snowy River" always makes me smile.

    And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
    Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
    Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
    At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
    And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
    To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
    The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
    And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

    ...And for good measure my favourite Shakespeare Sonnet:

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove:
    O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wandering bark,
    Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle's compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    1. manlypoetryman profile image72
      manlypoetrymanposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      I have to read the poem by "Banjo"...this story has always intrigued me!

      I think this poem is a dead-on classic, Hovalis...worthy of same calibre as all the other ones mentioned...the last line says it all..."The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,

      And the stockmen tell the story of his ride."  Awesome...!

      1. Hovalis profile image88
        Hovalisposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        I've always wondered if there were one person The Man was based on. The poem is the story of an underdog who makes good, because he's the right man for the job. smile

        Actually Clancy of the Overflow, also in the poem, was based off a real person: Thomas Gerald Clancy, and he wrote a poem, after he retired in reply to Paterson's earlier poem Clancy of the Overflow.

        This is the original poem. http://www.the-rathouse.com/ClancyoftheOverflow.html

        And this is Clancy's reply:

        It seems gone are the days when poetry was answered in verse. Somehow, I think we've lost something because of that.

  29. RooBee profile image83
    RooBeeposted 7 years ago

    From The Silken Tent by Robert Frost~

    But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
    By countless silken ties of love and thought
    To every thing on earth the compass round,
    And only by one's going slightly taut
    In the capriciousness of summer air
    Is of the slightlest bondage made aware.

  30. Don W profile image83
    Don Wposted 7 years ago

    In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984

    Seamus Heaney

    When all the others were away at Mass
    I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
    They broke the silence, let fall one by one
    Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
    Cold comforts set between us, things to share
    Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
    And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
    From each other's work would bring us to our senses.

    So while the parish priest at her bedside
    Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
    And some were responding and some crying
    I remembered her head bent towards my head,
    Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives--
    Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 7 years ago

    This must be history in the making
    Many poets coming together
    Re living and re writing
    Enjoying the space and time

        Brenda Scully September 2009

  32. europewalker profile image82
    europewalkerposted 7 years ago


    by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

    EMEMBER me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you planned
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

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      \Brenda Scullyposted 7 years ago in reply to this
      1. mirajraha profile image60
        mirajrahaposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        That's really brilliant.

  33. LondonGirl profile image91
    LondonGirlposted 7 years ago

    Christian R wrote some lovely stuff - I think I posted another of hers further up in this thread.

  34. rmcrayne profile image94
    rmcrayneposted 7 years ago

    Count me with the Robert Frost crowd, The Road Not Taken.

    Now, the poetry of song lyrics, that's a whole 'nother matter...

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    Leta Sposted 7 years ago

    Ah, "Duino Elegies," Rilke:

    Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
        and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
        I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
        For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,
        and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
        Every angel is terrifying.
        And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing.
        Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need?
        Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware
        that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.
        Perhaps there remains for us some tree on a hillside, which every day we can take into our vision;
        there remains for us yesterday's street and the loyalty of a habit so much at ease
        when it stayed with us that it moved in and never left.
        Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces.
        Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence,
        which the solitary heart so painfully meets.
        Is it any less difficult for lovers?
        But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.
        Don't you know yet?
        Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
        perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

        Yes--the springtimes needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it.
        A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past,
        or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing.
        All this was mission. But could you accomplish it?
        Weren't you always distracted by expectation, as if every event announced a beloved?

  36. Shalini Kagal profile image81
    Shalini Kagalposted 7 years ago

    Can storied urn or animated bust
    Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
    Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
    Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

    Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
    Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
    Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
    Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

        - Thomas Gray

  37. imadork profile image82
    imadorkposted 7 years ago

    "Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."

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    papajackposted 7 years ago

    Tennyson's line:

    I am a part of all that I have met.

    is a mantra that I can live with and have.

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    LEWJposted 6 years ago

    "Intellectual disgrace,
    Stares from every human face,
    And the seas of pity lie
    Locked and frozen in each eye"  from 'In Memory Of W.B. Yeats,"  by W.H. Auden.

  40. manlypoetryman profile image72
    manlypoetrymanposted 6 years ago

    Thanks for bringing this post back up again LEWJ:

    Someone mentioned this poem lately: "Wow" is all I can say about this one! Here's a brief sample:

    'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
    Was there a man dismay'd ?
    Not tho' the soldier knew
    Some one had blunder'd:
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs but to do & die,
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon in front of them
    Volley'd & thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    Boldly they rode and well,
    Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
    Rode the six hundred.

    From: The Charge Of The Light Brigade
    by Alfred, Lord Tennyson


  41. Lady make profile image81
    Lady makeposted 6 years ago

    Lady Lazarus         
    by Sylvia Plath

    I have done it again.
    One year in every ten
    I manage it--

    A sort of walking miracle, my skin
    Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
    My right foot

    A paperweight,
    My face a featureless, fine
    Jew linen.

    Peel off the napkin
    O my enemy.
    Do I terrify?--

    The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
    The sour breath
    Will vanish in a day.

    Soon, soon the flesh
    The grave cave ate will be
    At home on me

    And I a smiling woman.
    I am only thirty.
    And like the cat I have nine times to die.

    This is Number Three.
    What a trash
    To annihilate each decade.

    What a million filaments.
    The peanut-crunching crowd
    Shoves in to see

    Them unwrap me hand and foot--
    The big strip tease.
    Gentlemen, ladies

    Sorry I know it's a lot to post...The poem in it's entirety is one of my all time favs.

    This is a wonderful thread I'd love to see it alive for a long time to come!

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    Jenny-Anneposted 6 years ago

    The Red Wheelbarrow
    by William Carlos Williams

    so much depends

    a red wheel

    glazed with rain

    beside the white

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    Denno66posted 6 years ago

    Water water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
    Water water everywhere nor any drop to drink

    "Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
    Samual Taylor Coleridge

  44. prettydarkhorse profile image64
    prettydarkhorseposted 6 years ago

    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.

    Pablo Neruda ----- from If you forget me

    1. wavegirl22 profile image49
      wavegirl22posted 6 years ago in reply to this

      i think i just love this post . .another amazing one ! Thanks Pretty wink

      1. prettydarkhorse profile image64
        prettydarkhorseposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        youre welcome wavegirl

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    LEWJposted 6 years ago

    In the original text, that quote from Auden on page 3 is WithOUT the commas shown.
    Here's another---"There's no frigate like a book,"  Emily Dickinson.

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    Madame Xposted 6 years ago

    "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged cupid painted blind."

    from "A Mid-Summer's Night Dream"

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    LEWJposted 6 years ago

    So we'll go no more a-roving
    So late into the night,
    Though the heart be still as loving
    And the moon be still as bright---Byron

    She walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies... Byron

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    LEWJposted 6 years ago

    It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea...from  ANNABELLE LEE,  BY EDGAR ALLAN POE.

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    mega1posted 6 years ago

    It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
    As you said in the words of your song.
    Too many times married men think they're still single
    And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.

    Marianne Faithfull - well its a song actually - but poetry to me!

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    Larry Geeposted 6 years ago

    In Flanders Fields the poppies grow, beneath the crosses row on row that mark our place