Greatest Opening Lines in Poetry?
I'll start.
>I've seen rivers
OP killed himself
>>7824511
Feel better, bro.
>>7824507
My favorite:
>Let us go then, you and I,
>>7824513
Unlikely, but, thank you.
>>7824518
What's this from?
>>7824507
A gentle knight was prickling on a plain
>>7824507
Upon the ground, two niggers lay
>>7824525
Prufrock.
I caught this morning morning's minion
>>7824507
>Of man’s first disobedience
>Sing, Goddess, of the rage of Peleus' son, Achilles
If it's not metaphorical, satirical or equally deep it's probably shit
>>7825164
So I read it and...Prufrock is basically what 4channers are doomed to become except for being educated and not living off welfare.
`For three years, out of key with his time'
>Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
>Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis
or,
>Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne
>Blessent mon coeur d'une langueur monotone
>>7826348
>sauce?
Spleen
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And from the all-encircling horizon
Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;
When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon,
In which Hope like a bat
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;
When the rain stretching out its endless train
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
And a silent horde of loathsome spiders
Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,
All at once the bells leap with rage
And hurl a frightful roar at heaven,
Even as wandering spirits with no country
Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.
— And without drums or music, long hearses
Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished,
Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
>April is the cruelest month, breeding
>Ces nymphes, je les veux perpétuer.
>>7826367
What part of first lines do you not understand
Had we but world enough, and time,
I don't want to make too much of this,
"my life has stood--a loaded gun"
>>7824507
>I stay noided
>>7824507
>This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
I died.
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe
>>7824507
I was born on a day
when god was sick
