Lifesaving Lines A new series of blog posts featuring favourite lines of poetry: I haven’t had time to stand and fart recently, from Struggling, by Mark Robinson The dead streetlamp, from Why We Must Write, by Mark Halliday Awful but cheerful, from The Bight, by Elizabeth Bishop Badly-lit, from The Gift, by Brendan Kennelly 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, translated by Roger Fulton The black panes, from Autumn, by Roo Borson We all matter, from Indelible, Miraculous, by Julia Darling It’s winter again / I am living, from What the Living Do, by Marie Howe Twist and reek, from Stone, I Presume, by Ian McMillan The things themselves, from The Death of Fred Clifton, by Lucille Clifton And is it stamina, from The Bluet, by James Schuyler When weeds, in wheels, from Spring, by Gerard Manley Hopkins Her blacks crackle and drag, from Edge, by Sylvia Plath Like something almost being said, from The Trees, by Philip Larkin So patient in the machinery of heaven, from An October Salmon, by Ted Hughes What it showed in school, from “Still Do I Keep My Look, My Identity…”, by Gwendolyn Brooks The city is fantastic, from History, by Tomaž Šalamun, translated by Tomaž Šalamun and Bob Perleman The job of the long black hearse, from The Job of Paradise, by Roger Robinson This poem is not about Pobbles, from Pobble, by Heather Trickey Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading...