The love of poetry is rare these days. It’s a lonely hobby, I’m afraid. Few are those who read it; fewer still are those who can read it properly, with enjoyment. I am willing to publicly disgrace myself (probably because it is 3 o’clock in the morning) by admitting that I have a mound of poetry books piled on my bathroom sink. Added together, you’d find a leaning tower of poetry stacked 3 feet high --no exaggeration--within arms length of the toilet. It has been like this for years, giving me plenty of time to rummage through thousands of poems. What follows are some nifty lines from poems I particularly enjoyed—though you will not find my favorite poems in this list. They come in no order and completely off the top of my head. As such the indentations, grammar, and all such details will be desperately off. My apologies. I wish only to convey those things I’ve enjoyed, without having to put in the effort normally demanded during daytime hours. I simply needed something interesting enough to keep me from being bored and boring enough to put me to sleep.
10. “Even now, I know that I have savored the hot taste of life/, Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast,/Just for a small and forgotten time/ I have had full in my eyes from off my girl/, The whitest pouring of eternal light,/ The heavy knife, as to a gala day.” – from the final stanza of Black Marigolds translated by E.P. Mathers
9. “lady I swear by all flowers” –e. e. cummings
8. “is it so Wind, is it so? All that you and I do know is that we saw fly and fix ‘mongst the flowers and reeds of Styx, yesterday, for a bed of tiger cubs, a great fly of Beelzebubs, the bee of hearts, which mortals name: Cupid, Fie, and Love for shame.”—From Song of the Stygian Naiads by Thomas (Lovelace?...Love something) Beddoes
7. “May she be granted beauty and yet not/ Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,/ Or hers before a looking glass, for such,/ Being made beautiful overmuch,/ Consider beauty a sufficient end,/ Lose natural kindness and maybe/The heart revealing intimacy/ That chooses right, and never find a friend.”—From A Prayer For My Daughter by the ineffable William Butler Yeats
6. “or do the Modern dance. To you that’s destiny, to us it’s chance”—from The Truest Poetry is the Most Feigning by W.H. Auden
5. “so Eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down today. Nothing gold can stay” from Nothing Gold can stay by Robert Frost
4. “his effable, effin ineffable, singular inscrutable name”—from The Naming of Cats by T.S. Eliot
3. “for art is a form of catharsis, and love is a permanent flop, and work is the province of cattle, and rests for a clam in a shell, so I’m thinking of throwing the battle—would you kindly direct me to hell”—from Coda by Dorothy Parker
2. “And happy melodist, unwearied, Forever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! More happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting and forever young, All breathing human passion far above.” --From Ode on a Grecian Urn by the grandiloquent John Keats
1. “life is over there on the shelf”—by Emily Dickenson
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