One single line of poetry....

[Clawdy]

that stays with you? Not necessarily your favourite poem but sometimes just one line....for me it's " What will survive of us is love " from the Philip Larkin poem.

Der kleinste lebendige Philister Zu Stuckert am Neckar, viel glücklicher ist er Als ich, der Pelide, der tote Held, Der Schattenfürst in der Unterwelt

Heine, Der Scheidende

Another Yeats fan here

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Odi et amo....Nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior
I hate and I love. I do not know why but I feel it and I am torn in two.
Catullus

I also love this line from Yeats

"was there another Troy for her to burn?"

I did Yeats for my exams in Ireland in the 80's and DD did them for A level English lit. It's been lovely to revisit some of his work with her.

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller;
Knocking on the moonlit door .........

The Listeners by Walter de la Mare

Gothic, spooky. What is the story? An English O level poem back in the early 70s that has stayed with me over the years.

The old lie; Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori

Wilfred Owen. That poem fundamentally changed how I saw the world when I first read it, aged 15.

On days when I look back with regret at the way I voluntarily ruined my own career to be a SAHM I think of .'Something is pushing them to the side of their own lives.' Afternoons by Larkin

I'm a primary school teacher, and the favourite poem that the younger children like is Mister Moore. This is just a stanza from it;

Mister Moore wears wooden suits,
Mister Moore's got great big boots,
Mister Moore's got hair like a brush,
And Mister Moore don't like me much.

Whenever I do whole school assemblies, I tend to recite it, and all the classes I've taught join in - it's great! This year, I've got Year 6 and we're currently studying Emily Dickinson's work. I hadn't known much about her prior to this, but have fallen in love with her poetry, and so have the children. My favourites of hers so far are Hope is the thing with feathers, and Tell the truth, but tell it slant, success in circuit lies. She has such an amazing sense of rhythm.

Wild nights Wild nights
Were I with thee
Wild nights would be
Our luxury.

I love Emily Dickinson.

Also Yeats:

Who will go drive with Fergus now
And pierce the deep woods woven glade
And dance upon the level shore?

Whenever I am on a beach I think about dancing on the level shore.

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons

I keep coming back, but

This is the night mail crossing the border ...

You can hear the wheels and engine

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore
She sung her first and last and sung no more:
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes.
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

Lovely lovely Gibbons.

trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love, though the stars walk backwards)

ee cummings

Lovely thread.

Watch the wall my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

From "A Question" by Robert Frost:
"A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth."

DD (13) has recently started writing poetry and this is the last line from my favourite of the ones she has written so far:

"And now we wait"

The whole poem leaves you with this anticipation, it really is very good but then I am a bit biased :)

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

from Auden's poem 'Funeral Blues'

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days.

Snow fell, undated.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

(The Lake Isle of Innisfree, WB Yeats)

Again, almost any line from Auden's Funeral Blues - captures grief so well.

homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/auden.stop.html

How her fist fits my palm,
a bunch of consolation.

'Beattie is three' - Adrian Mitchell

Wulf, min Wulf! (Wolf, my Wolf!)

'Wulf and Eadwacer'