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Writer's Block: Taxmen and Poetry

It's Tax Day in the U.S., a day when the mind might be too occupied with deductions and long lines at the post office to think about poetry. But let's try: what's your favorite line of poetry? Song lyrics count.

"Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastwards, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."

--Gerard Manley Hopkins

"But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation,
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one
And work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes."

--Robert Frost


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Apr. 15th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
At this particular instant -- because I was listening to "Democracy" earlier today -- my favourite lines are: I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay/
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet

(Leonard Cohen)

(Those are not, I hasten to add, my favourite lines of poetry, period, or anything like that. It's just that I heard them earlier today & really enjoyed them.)
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