“Beauty crowds me till I die.” Emily Dickinson

Here are some of my favorite lines from my favorite poets–just to share and for the heck of it.  Poetry (the really good stuff) has always been my favorite genre as both a reader and writer.

The above line is from ED’s poem #1654 (Collected Poems). The rest of the stanza goes like this:

Beauty crowds me till I die
Beauty mercy have on me
But if I expire today
Let it be in sight of thee --






Yeats, the incomparable, is another fav of mine.  He is so eloquent and eminently quotable.
Here's one for the ages: it refers to the  grief that attends the death of love--

Murmur a little sadly, "how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face among the stars."

from WHEN YOU ARE OLD, The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats.

He's amazing--and a heart breaker.

This is heavy stuff, so here's just one more, for now, this one from Gerard Manley Hopkins, a magnificently gifted poet who happened to be a monk as well in 19th c. England. This is from CARRION COMFORT, Poems and Prose of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
He  is lavishly gifted.

More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.

Comforter, where, where is your comforting?

Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?

My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief

Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —

  Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked ‘No ling-

                                                      ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief.”‘

                                                      O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall [fav line. bold type mine]

                                                    Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap

                                                       May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small

                                                       Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,

                                                       Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all

                                                        Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

Wow. Dazzling dexterity with words and loaded to the breaking point with feeling, from Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose

Anyway–haha-“beauty crowds me till I die!” I prefer to  laugh than cry!

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