Important Poetry Quotes
|Tonight I can Write||I no longer loved her, that's certain, but how I loved her.|
|Tonight I can Write||She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.|
|Dear Danny Ledbetter||Is your face still freckled and round?|
|Dear Danny Ledbetter||And am I still your girl?|
|Final Note to Clark||You are only Clark Kent after all.|
|Final Note to Clark||We Are who we are, two faithful readers, not wonder woman and not superman|
|Hallelujah||Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof|
|Hallelujah||It's a cold, and it's a broken Hallelujah|
|Ode to Billy Joe||"oh by the way,he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge, and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchee Bridge."|
|Ode to Billy Joe||I spend a lotta time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge,and drop 'em into the muddy water off the Tallahatchee bridge|
|An Irish Airman Foresees his Death|| I know that I shall meet my fate|
Somewhere among the clouds above;
|An Irish Airman Foresees his Death|| Those that I fight I do not hate,|
Those that I guard I do not love
|An Irish Airman Foresees his Death|| A lonely impulse of delight|
Drove to this tumult in the clouds
|Funeral Blues|| He was my North, my South, my East and West,|
My working week and my Sunday rest,
|Funeral Blues|| The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;|
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
|Highwayman|| The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,|
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor
|Highwayman|| "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say-|
Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
|Highwayman|| Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, |
Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
|When you are Old|| When you are old and grey and full of sleep,|
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
|The Invention of Fractions|| God created the whole numbers:|
the first born, the seventh seal,
Ten Commandments etched in stone,
the Twelve Tribes of Israel —
Ten we've already lost —
|The Invention of Fractions|| It took humankind to need less than this;|
to invent fractions, percentages, decimals.
Only humankind could need the concepts
of splintering and dividing,
of things lost or broken,
of settling for the part instead of the whole.
|The Courage that my Mother had|| The courage that my mother had |
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
|The Courage that my Mother had|| The thing she took into the grave!— |
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
|The Sacred|| in their chairs, the most serious of them all|
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he'd chosen, and others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms,
|The Sacred|| who understood the bright altar of the dashboard|
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, or to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going.