In the Hideous Crash of Cruel News, Here's a Strange Question:
Of all the poems you love, Beauteous Reader, which is your most beloved?
And . . .
What’s your favorite line of your favorite poem?
Of all the poems you love, Beauteous Reader, which is your most beloved?
And . . .
What’s your favorite line of your favorite poem?
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It’s not my favourite, but I think it’s the most relevant for current events:
…Als sie mich holten, gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte.
Or in English:
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
Martin Niemöller
Topography
by Sharon Olds
After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.