On World Poetry Day we pay tribute to some brilliant poets who penned poignant and lyrical lines of verse
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers, Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
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;
I Carry Your Heart With Me, EE Cummings
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
The Collected Poems, Sylvia Plath
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Birthday Letters, Ted Hughes
Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering
Drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
Looking for something to give.
If, Rudyard Kipling
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!
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
These I Can Promise, Mark Twain
I can promise all my heart’s devotion;
A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow;
A love that’s true and ever growing;
A hand to hold in your’s through each tomorrow.
Late Fragment, Raymond Carver,
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved,
to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Words, Wide Night, Carol Ann Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
The Moment, Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
there are worse things than
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
The Complete Poems, Anne Sexton
Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.
Right, all we need to do now is find someone to quote this stuff to…