my favourite lines from my favourite poems

”Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And eat men like air.”

-Sylvia Plath


”The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil’s wife

which made me worse. I howled in my cell.

If the Devil was gone then how could this be Hell?”

-Carol Ann Duffy


”And we are in bed together,

laughing,

and we don’t care about anything…”

-Charles Bukowski


”I like to think that when I fall,

A raindrop in Death’s shoreless sea,

This shelf of books along the wall,

Beside my bed, will mourn for me.”

-Robert Service


”Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,

Or what’s a heaven for?”

-Robert Browning


”These are the late poems.

Most poems are late,

Of course, too late,

Like a letter sent to the sailor,

That arrives after he’s drowned.”

-Margaret Atwood


”The caged bird sings  

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.” 

-Maya Angelou


”That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons even death may die.”

-H.P. Lovecraft


”I think I know the trees

Will never love me and we’re here as accidentally…”

-Bernadette Mayer


”Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”

-Edgar Allen Poe


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