Favourite line/s from a poem
96- Cris A
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"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
fr somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings
83- Am I dead, yet?
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'...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 =]
95- earnestshub
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Am I dead, yet? wrote:
'...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 =]
Great I like Byron!
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"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.- 96
- Cris A
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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
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Cris A wrote:
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 startyay
I can't wait! 
93- ralwus
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"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- 95
- earnestshub
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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.” 
100- frogdropping
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Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds
Anthem For Doomed Youth - Wilfred Owen"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- 96
- Cris A
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Wow these are great selections! Thanks for sharing your favourites as they also serve as introductions to poems I may be missing out on
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"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)"One light, one mind, flashing in the dark,
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts."
- Greenday, Minority
99- Paraglider
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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
96- Shalini Kagal
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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
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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
Jenny
EDIT: Shailini, we crossed posts - great minds think alike, eh?
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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
EDIT
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 "...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!
95- LondonGirl
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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.
Shakespeare:
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-whoo!
Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.When the moon stole away the glory of the sun.
-Vikram Chanbra(a very special poet friend of mine)
