Favorite Lines from your Favorite Poems!

[Siobhan]

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The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

[amoresperros]

Let's close this door.
Slowly, slowly, our clothes slip off
As if gods were divesting their essence,
And we are those gods, although human.
Nothing is what has been granted us.

**Catorze de Junho by José Saramago

[balut_man]

"What ceremony of words can patch the havoc? " - Sylvia Plath, Conversation Among The Ruins

[b|tcH_g0dd3sS]

"If in the twilight of memory
We should meet once more,
We shall speak again together
And you shall sing to me a deeper song..."

The Farewell, Kahlil Gibran

[balut_man]

"Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?"
- Rumi, A Community of the Spirit

[absinthe]

"I am taking the boats of our beds
and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea
and choke on it and go down into nothing.
I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face.
The Camp we directed?
I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,
flying off bridges,
hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.
I am flying like a single red rose,
leaving a jet stream
of solitude
and yet I feel nothing,
though I fly and hurl,
my insides are empty
and my face is as blank as a wall."

- Killing the Love, Anne ***ton

[casablanca]

"What ceremony of words can patch the havoc? " - Sylvia Plath, Conversation Among The Ruins

this line stirred something in me.


I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf.

-emily dickinson

[shang_Corp]

the woods are lovely dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep

[shang_Corp]

that was robert frost by the way forgot to quote

[panganod]

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?

. . .

I can hear the mermaids singing, each to each

I do not think that they will sing to me

. . .

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Til human voices wakes us, and we drown.

- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,T.S. Eliot