[Error: unknown template qotd]I have got to give kudos for this one.
But, sadly, I have no one favorite line.
Here are my favorites, in general. Yes, I read poetry. Shut up.
"Oů, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied pre`s de mon coeur."
Ma Bohème
Arthur Rimbaud
"The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun."
Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
"A penny for the Old Guy."
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
(actually, this whole damn poem is awesome)
"The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats
Trust me, they're good.
But, sadly, I have no one favorite line.
Here are my favorites, in general. Yes, I read poetry. Shut up.
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied pre`s de mon coeur."
Ma Bohème
Arthur Rimbaud
"The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun."
Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
"A penny for the Old Guy."
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
(actually, this whole damn poem is awesome)
"The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats
Trust me, they're good.