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.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

Dr. Seuss

it is the silence of astounded souls

— Follow the Water by Sylvia Plath

'In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.'

Mirror - Sylvia Plath

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"

Ecclesiastes

"All may yet be well, for God may sort it so, but if he does its more than I expect or we deserve"

Richard II (massively underrated play), Wm Shakespeare

This nickname is a slight misquote of the first line of Darkness by Lord Byron. Should actually be

"I had a dream, which was not all a dream"

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow.

• Elizabeth Barret Browning, Go From Me

Long years have left their writing on my brow

• George Eliot, Brother and Sister

And a whole poem (almost one sentence!):

I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.

• Emily Dickinson, I Stepped from Plank to Plank

Oh, and that old chestnut "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean" from The Ryyme of the Ancient Mariner, sends shivers down my soul.

And I remember a line from a heartbreaking poem about a stillbirth/miscarriage, although I can't remember for the life of me remember either the poem or the poet:

You could not come, and yet you go.

"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

• Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less travelled by- and that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, Road Not Taken

That saddest of lines, "to my wife, who did the typing."

The Poet's Companion, U. A. Fanthorpe

I loved you better than you knew.

The recurring line in Left Behind by Elizabeth Akers Allen

And since others have cheated a little too...

Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.

White Fog by Sara Teasdale

The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town,
mourning our love. Mean Time, Carol Ann Duffy

Or
Safe in their alabaster chambers
Emily Dickinson

elquinto the poem is called A Child Born Dead, by Elizabeth Jennings.

I got the first one wrong:

That saddest dedication: "lastly my wife, who did the typing."

"Each other is who they always marry"

From a lovely poem by Ogden Nash about how opposites attract. It describes DH and I perfectly.

Our juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait;
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late-

Seamus Heaney- Twice Shyp

That was meant to be Twice Shy

Its the penultimate line that sticks with me but you need the context here including the epigraph. By the Czech poet Miroslav

'We have a microscopic anatomy of the whale. This gives Man assurance' (William Carlos Williams)

We have a map of the universe
for microbes
We have a map of microbes for the universe
We have a Grand Master of chess
made of electronic circuits

But most of all we have the ability
to sort peas
to cup water in our hands
to seek the right screw under the sofa for hours
this
gives us
wings

Also an obscure poem that my mother often quoted 'Darling, let the children grow and do not falter/ There's little you can do, and nothing alter'. There's a couplet in the middle that goes:

'No bomb exists can blast away their choosing/ No way to substitute yourself for losing'

It's a

WHEN you are old and gray 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;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Yeats

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

The beginning of Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. The rest of it is stunning too.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

WB Yeats.

I also love this one:

Fog by Carl Sandburg
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Yeats

Thank you Iggi999 it has plagued me for 20 years and google was no bloody use!

You are very welcome