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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>A tumblr for the kind of lines in poems that you underline with a pencil and wish you could scribble on to your brain forever.</description><title>Lines from Poems</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @linesfrompoetry)</generator><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"That you are here—that life exists, and identity;	 
That the powerful play goes on, and you will..."</title><description>“That you are here—that life exists, and identity;	 &lt;br/&gt;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Me! O Life!, Walt Whitman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/7205333460</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/7205333460</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 18:20:50 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>Walt Whitman</category><category>life</category><category>existence</category><category>identity</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"Man are haunted by the vastness of eternity,
and so we ask ourselves:
will our actions echo across..."</title><description>“Man are haunted by the vastness of eternity,&lt;br/&gt;
and so we ask ourselves:&lt;br/&gt;
will our actions echo across the centuries?&lt;br/&gt;
Will stranger hear our names, long after we’re gone?&lt;br/&gt;
and wonder who were?&lt;br/&gt;
how bravely we fought, or how fiercely we loved?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from The Iliad, Homer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/7008214401</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/7008214401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 07:37:19 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>poem</category><category>classics</category><category>the iliad</category><category>homer</category></item><item><title>"I keep those animated moments of you as
our catalogue of chances rushed and chances missed."</title><description>“I keep those animated moments of you as&lt;br/&gt;
our catalogue of chances rushed and chances missed.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere Along the Line, Simon Armitage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6946990971</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6946990971</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 15:55:13 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>poem</category><category>Simon Armitage</category><category>love</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where..."</title><description>“And we are here as on a darkling plain&lt;br/&gt;
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,&lt;br/&gt;
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dover Beach, Matthew Arnold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6913264406</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6913264406</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 16:37:01 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>Matthew Arnold</category><category>Dover Beach</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me..."</title><description>“You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me;&lt;br/&gt;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;&lt;br/&gt;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donal Og by Lady Augusta Gregory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6880322334</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6880322334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 18:26:36 -0400</pubDate><category>Donal Og</category><category>Lady Augusta Gregory</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>literature</category><category>literary quote</category></item><item><title>"In your absence’s depth to hear that you love me 
Is to hear heaven without ever getting..."</title><description>“In your absence’s depth to hear that you love me &lt;br/&gt;
Is to hear heaven without ever getting there.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asunder&lt;/strong&gt; (Les Séparés), &lt;strong&gt;Marceline Desbordes-Valmore &lt;/strong&gt;(Translated by Thomas D. Le)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6801451576</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6801451576</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 16:45:52 -0400</pubDate><category>Marceline Desbordes-Valmore</category><category>french literature</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>translation</category><category>love</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles"</title><description>“A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs&lt;br/&gt;
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say I say I say, Simon Armitage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6790646200</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6790646200</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 10:39:39 -0400</pubDate><category>Simon Armitage</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category><category>self harm</category></item><item><title>"For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head."</title><description>“For the time of youth was fled,&lt;br/&gt;
And grey hairs were on my head.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Angel, William Blake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6769941700</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6769941700</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 18:39:03 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>William Blake</category><category>Blake</category><category>The Angel</category><category>youth</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."</title><description>“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.S. Eliot, from East Coker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6738167941</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6738167941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 19:39:22 -0400</pubDate><category>T S Eliot</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category><category>T.S. Eliot</category><category>eliot</category></item><item><title>"Only in books the flat and final happens
Only in dreams we meet and interlock,"</title><description>“Only in books the flat and final happens&lt;br/&gt;
Only in dreams we meet and interlock,”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philip Larkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6732804846</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6732804846</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 16:38:44 -0400</pubDate><category>Philip Larkin</category><category>Poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>love</category><category>books</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category></item><item><title>"When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children..."</title><description>“When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,&lt;br/&gt;
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epitaph on a Tyrant, W.H Auden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6637536659</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6637536659</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 19:58:19 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>auden</category><category>W H Auden</category><category>tyranny</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category></item><item><title>"There are a kind of thieves that come by day
with dogmas and policies and manifestos
and steal your..."</title><description>“There are a kind of thieves that come by day&lt;br/&gt;
with dogmas and policies and manifestos&lt;br/&gt;
and steal your country when you aren’t looking.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.S.A, Sheenagh Pugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6520120398</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6520120398</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 09:07:40 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>sheenagh pugh</category><category>politics</category><category>underrated poet</category><category>poet</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>"Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?"</title><description>“Does it come as a surprise&lt;br/&gt;
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds&lt;br/&gt;
At the meeting of my thighs?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still I Rise, Maya Angelou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6484666039</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6484666039</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 06:34:26 -0400</pubDate><category>Maya Angelou</category><category>feminism</category><category>sexuality</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>literature</category><category>literary quote</category></item><item><title>"And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die."</title><description>“And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Donne&lt;/strong&gt;, 72. Death be not proud.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466970182</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466970182</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:10:00 -0400</pubDate><category>John Donne</category><category>Death be not proud</category><category>Death</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>literature</category><category>reading</category></item><item><title>"Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,"</title><description>“Religion used to try,&lt;br/&gt;
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade&lt;br/&gt;
Created to pretend we never die,”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aubade, &lt;strong&gt;Philip Larkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466802377</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466802377</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:04:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Aubade</category><category>Larkin</category><category>Philip Larkin</category><category>literary quote</category><category>literature</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>reading</category><category>religion</category><category>atheism</category></item><item><title>"What mad Nijinsky wrote
About DiaghilevIs true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the..."</title><description>“What mad Nijinsky wrote&lt;br/&gt;
About DiaghilevIs true of the normal heart;&lt;br/&gt;
For the error bred in the bone&lt;br/&gt;
Of each woman and each man&lt;br/&gt;
Craves what it cannot have,&lt;br/&gt;
Not universal love&lt;br/&gt;
But to be loved alone.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;From September 1, 1939, &lt;strong&gt;W. H. Auden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Norton footnote: &lt;em&gt;“The Russian dancer and choreographer Vaslav Nijinsky (1890-1950) wrote that his former lover, the ballet impresario Sergey Diaghilev (1872-1929) ‘does not want universal love, but to be loved alone.’”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466677420</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466677420</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:00:33 -0400</pubDate><category>Auden</category><category>W H Auden</category><category>September 1 1939</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>literature</category><category>literary quote</category><category>reading</category></item><item><title>"Run with me now where no God
can catch us"</title><description>“Run with me now where no God&lt;br/&gt;
can catch us”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gethseman Nude, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Robert Hamberger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466482781</link><guid>http://linesfrompoetry.tumblr.com/post/6466482781</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:54:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category><category>gethsemane nude</category><category>Robert Hamberger</category></item></channel></rss>
