Recently, we began a daily dip into poetry, sharing over Every Day Poems on Twitter. We invited you to experience the power of a single line by posting your favorite line from the day’s Every Day Poems, with the hashtag#dipintopoetry. Today, we’re sharing the top ten #dipintopoetry lines that were tweeted over the last month.
Is your favorite here? Tweet with us every morning, and don’t forget to add #dipintopoetry. We’ll be looking for your lines.
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1. From Aspens, by Edward Thomas
The aspens at the cross-roads talk together
Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top
2. From The Pumpkin, by John Greenleaf Whittier
And the sun of September melts down on his vines.
3. From Squirrels by Nathan Klug
like woodsmokebecoming tears;
4. From A Game of Henge, by Philip Gross
It’s your move.
5. From Mozart in E-flat Major, by Hsia Yü
I feel Monday’s well-shaven face
6. From View from the Train, by Glynn Young
vapors
left behind by the train
7. Also from View from the Train, by Glynn Young
A child, face pressed, watches
8. Another line from Squirrels by Nathan Klug
hunches that refuse
to speak
9. Here’s one more from A Game of Henge, by Philip Gross
Whichever way you turn
are doors. Choose.
10. From Insomnia, by Dana Gioia
the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
and voices mounting in an endless drone
of small complaints like the sounds of a family
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Monica Sharman says
Here’s what one professor said about our #dipintopoetry fun: “I’m inclined to recommend the ‘favourite line’ technique to writing students – a way of individuals taking a stake in a poem.”
Sandra Heska King says
That’s so cool. And all these lines together can make their own poem.
L. L. Barkat says
Oh, perfect 🙂
Maureen Doallas says
Discomfort (Found Poem)
Talk of aspens, and the fall
of endless rain that leaves you
behind doors in September,
the mortgaged walls shifting
your discomfort from a child
in tears to the small family
complaints pressed down on
you. You speak of hunches, I
choose to face you at the cross
-roads. Monday’s last train sounds.
Lane M Arnold says
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run
John Greenleaf Whittier “The Pumpkin”
A nugget of wonder as I pan among words…Every Day poems prime the pump of alertness.
Maureen Doallas says
Nice!!