Famous first lines of poetry
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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright //  i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know  // let us twain walk aside from the rest; //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man  // i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, //  you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.// hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island,
remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land  //  âtwas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. //  laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isnât hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand //is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flandersâ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows
come live with me and be my love  // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou artâ //  thou still unravishâd bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. //heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night//  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. // â just braid your hair if you wonât brush it, at least, you useless girl. â // pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. // â youâll get it done before the day is up. â // guilt that isnât yours to have. // itâs a crooked game, but itâs the only one in town. // chains. // â how could you do this to me? â// the sharp sting of guilt. // you feel something even though youâre paid to do the opposite. // the family you never had. // falling backwards through time. // quicksand. //drowning, but you donât save yourself. // âyouâre getting better. â // âthey smile like a snake.â // youâre the stars and the sky. // thereâs a part of you that couldnât stay away even if you were forced to. // they are your wings, thereâs no doubt there. // â letâs take off somewhere. letâs fly. â // you edge a bit too close to the sun. // another ghost to take your place after every stumble. // deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. // rock candy melting in water. // waves rise and leave the foam behind. // the precipice you call home has a tip youâll reach eventually. // happiness is the best front a man can take. // âiâve never seen someone as beautiful as you before.â // you disagree; theyâre more beautiful. //discomfort at the tiniest of touches. // the sky opens up when you see them. // rain comes down. // poppy fields. // your sanity hanging by a thread. // âoh god, what have you done? â // roommates werenât supposed to be the smartest ones of all. // theyâve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. // you try to help, but it only got worse. //now theyâre dead, itâs all your fault. //
adam & eve in the garden. // a temptress in crisp button-downs.// â fuck, youâve gone off the deep end, havenât you? â // they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. // the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. // sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. // yes saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. // crisp green apples piled up on the table. // your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. // what a pretty one, they say. // you laugh without humor. // a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. // thereâs a place youâll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. // the seat of power fits like a glove. // heavy is the head that wears the crown. // you share a space, but not a mind. // they think you are weak; you are, maybe. // â what are you going to do with all of these pills? â // an empty birdâs nest. // broken pencil tips. // thereâs an empty paper in front of you that youâll never fill. // âwe want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. â // â they werenât there when it happened. â Â // corruption. // thereâs a red string tying you together. // the scent of whiskey on the horizon. // â youâre the best friend iâve ever had. â // pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. // 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. // you try to lift your head up, but itâs so much effort. // always walking on sunshine. // thereâs a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you canât be bothered. // hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. // you drift, but you know where youâre going. // no one has any dirt on you because youâre infinitely spotless. // the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. // court hearings. // â I miss you. â // siblings are a funny thing. // they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. // blackbird screaming // wake in nightmares // are you an illusion? // I donât feel real. // who is in control?
