So I was thinking about lines in poetry that have stood the test of time, and wanted to ask you all what your favourite lines of poetry are?
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“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” -The Prophet (Khalil Gibran).
With the Raven being my favourite poem, I thought I would add the opening line to it. It is such a great line.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
I don't know why, but the Hughes line 'A cauldron of daffodils, boiling gently' has always stuck with me. I think it's the kind of wordsmithery I would like to achieve.
I find lyrics stuck with me more. Like 'you call me up again just to break me like a promise' or 'What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when I tried so hard' and 'When my mind stops thinking, My eyes stop blinking, I hope Somebodys there.
And my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air, I hope somebody cares,'
Here are a few lines from poetry that come back to me frequently:
I am what is around me. - Wallace Stevens
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. - T.S. Eliot
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood - William Blake
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.) -Walt Whitman
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds -Shakespeare
As a fan of Jim Morrison's poetry these lines in particular from A Feast Of Friends from the book American Prayer always stick in my head...
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
By Jim Morrison