Poetry Anthology Quotes

Blown hinge of his lower jaw

Damaged porcelain collar bone 

Parachute silk of his punctured lung

Climb the rungs of his broken ribs

Skirting along

The foetus of metal beneath his chest

Widened the search

Sweating unexploded mine buried deep in his mind 

Every nerve in his body had tightened and closed

I love

Let me count the ways

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach

Purely 

Freely

Old griefs

I shall love thee but better after death

Charter'd

Weakness

Woe

Every man

Every

Cry

Black'ning Church

Sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

Curse

If I should die

That there's some corner of a foreign field 

That is forever England

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed

England

English

Under an English heaven

There are just not enough straight lines

Beams balance crookedly

Nails clutch at open seams

Miraculous

Someone has squeezed a living space

Dared to place these eggs in a wire basket

Slanted universe

Bright thin walls of faith

I could pick anything and think of you

One eye smiling the other firm upon the enemy

Who brings a host of daydreams 

Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless

Sweet with a dark and hollow center

It's embarrassing this happiness

I fill this stolen time with you

Not a red rose or a satin heart

I give you an onion

It will blind you with tears

I am trying to be truthful

Fierce kiss

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring

Lethal

Like a waning taper

A messengers knock cracks smartly

Flashed

He - has fallen - in the far south land

The fog hangs thicker

His hand whom the worm now knows

Page full of his hoped return

And of new love that they would learn

Flax dam festered

Rotted

Sweltered

Warm thick slobber

Jellied

Miss Walls would tell us

Coarse croaking

Slap, plop, obscene

Great slime kings

Top of the wood my eyes closed

No falsifying 

Rehearse perfect kills

Locked

Creation

Now I hold creation in my foot

I kill where I please because it is all mine

My manners are tearing off heads

My flight is direct

I am going to keep things like this

Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness

To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells

For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells

Winnowing wind

Drows'd with the fume of poppies

Oozings

Think not of them

Rosy hue

Summer is fading

In the hollows of afternoons

An estateful of washing

Our Wedding lying near the television

Their beauty has thickened

Something is pushing them to the side of their own lives

Bent double like old beggars under sacks

All went lame all blind

Gas gas quick boys

And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime 

He plunges at me guttering choking drowning

White eyes writhing in his face

Come gargling from the froth corrupted lungs

You would not tell with such high zest

The old lie dulce est decorum est pro patria mori

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Stamped on these lifeless things

Look on my works ye Mighty and despair

Colossal wreck boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away

For years after the farmers found them 

A chit of bone the china plate of a shoulder blade

Broken bird's egg of a skull

Told to walk not run

Earth stands sentinel 

Like a wound working a foreign body to the surface of the skin

Mid dance macabre

In boots that outlasted them 

Socketed heads tilted back at an angle

Blaz'd

Happy time

To me

Wheel'd

Untir'd horse

Hiss'd

Into the tumult sent an alien sound

Melancholy

Evening died away

As imperceptibly as grief

Lapsed

Perfidy

Dusk drew

Foreign shone

Harrowing Grace

As a guest that would be gone 

Our Summer made her light escape into the beautiful 

Of cloudless climes and starry skies 

All that's best of dark and bright

One shade the more one shade the less

Serenely sweet express

How pure how dear their dwelling place

The smiles that win

A heart whose love is innocent