Lifesaving Lines

A new series of blog posts featuring favourite lines of poetry:

The dead streetlamp, from Why We Must Write, by Mark Halliday

Badly-lit, from The Gift, by Brendan Kennelly

Awful but cheerful, from The Bight, by Elizabeth Bishop

Past fifty, from For Sheridan, by Robert Lowell

Do your own work, from Fosterage, by Seamus Heaney

Humpback of the week, from Poem for Wednesday, by Naomi Jaffa

You’ve got to eat, from The Day After, by Michael Laskey

A helping grain of sand, from Alone, by Tomas Tranströmer

The black panes, from Autumn, by Roo Borson