|
Poetry - Opening and Closing Lines
| Your overall rating on Poetry - Opening and Closing Lines = | 0% |
| Your best rally score on Poetry - Opening and Closing Lines = 0 facts | |
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
| 100 facts: | << Prev Next >> |
| Abou Ben Adhem (may His Tribe Increase)... | | And, Lo! Ben Adhem's Name Led All the Rest! |
Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt
| All the World's a Stage... | | Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything. |
Seven Ages Of Man by William Shakespeare
| Although It is Not Yet Evening, the Secretaries Have Changed Their Frocks... | | There is the Persistence of Song. |
The Persistence of Song by Howard Moss
| And Did Those Feet in Ancient Time... | | In England's Green and Pleasant Land. |
Jerusalem by William Blake
| And Some Time Make the Time to Drive out West Into County Clare… | | And Catch the Heart off Guard and Blow It Open |
Postscript by Seamus Heaney
| And then Went Down to the Ship, Set Keel to Breakers... | | Bearing the Golden Bough of Argicidia. So That: |
Canto I by Ezra Pound
| At Dawn a Knot of Sea-lions Lies off the Shore in the Slow Swell Between the Rock and the Cliff... | | Besides the Slow Oxidation of Carbohydrates and Amino-acids. |
Animals by Robinson Jeffers
| At Midnight, when the Moonlit Cypress Trees... | | With Visions of the Sunny Earth and Sea. |
For the Anniversary of John Keats' Death by Sara Teasdale
| A Bat is Born Named and Blind and Pale… | | All the Bright Day, As the Mother Sleeps, She Folds Her Wings About Her Sleeping Child. |
Bats by Randall Jarrell
| Bent Double, Like Old Beggars Under Sacks... | | Pro Patria Mori. |
Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
| Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Thou Art Not So Unkind... | | This Life is Most Jolly. |
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare
| A Bunch of the Boys Were Whooping It up in the Malamute Saloon... | | The Woman That Kissed Him and |
Pinched his poke--was the lady known as Lou. -- The Shooting of Dan McGrew by Robert W. Servoce
| By the Old Moulmein Pagoda, Lookin' Eastward to the Sea. | | And the Dawn Comes up Like Thunder Outer China Crost the Bay |
Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling
| By the Shores of Gitchee Gumee, | | Called Them "Hiawatha's Brothers." |
Hiawatha's Childhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
| Clack Your Beaks You Cormorants and Kittiwakes… | | Send up the Strict Articulation of Your Throats, and Say His Name. |
A Canticle to the Waterbirds by William Everson
| Courage!" He Said, and Pointed Toward the Land... | | Is Far Beyond the Wave; We Will No Longer Roam |
The Lotus-Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson
| The Curfew Tolls the Knell of Parting Day... | | The Bosom of His Father and His God. |
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
| The Elephant Bogged Down Thousands of Years Ago, the Fragmentary Tusk Now in a Glass Case | | Frightened They Close the Glass Case over Themselves & Their Lovers for Thousands of Years |
Song of the Tusk by Anselm Hollo
| Escape Me? Never Beloved! | | Removed! |
Life in a Love by Robert Browning
| Even the Sun-clouds This Morning Cannot Manage Such Skirts… | | In a Forest of Frost, in a Dawn of Cornflowers. |
Poppies in October by Sylvia Plath
| For I Can Snore Like a Bullhorn or Play Loud Music... | | This Blessing Love Gives Again Into Our Arms |
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell
| A Free Bird Leaps on the Back of the Wind and Floats Downstream | | For the Caged Bird Sings of Freedom. |
I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou
| Gaunt in Gloom, The Pale Stars Their Torches, Enshrouded, Wave. | | Voidward from the Adoring Waste of Souls. |
Nightpiece by James Joyce
| God. Spell Dawns Drained of All Light. | | Across the Stuttering Mouths of Those Seeds'against the Sob of My Tongue. |
A Frost Lay White on California by Willian Everson
| Half a League, Half a League, Half a League Onward... | | Honour the Light Brigade, Noble Six Hundred! |
The Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson
| He Climbs to the Top of One of Those Million White Pines... | | Only the Pine Tops Can See Sits in the Dry Gray Wood of His Rowboat, Waiting for Pickerel |
Fergus Falling by Galway Kinnell
| Hello! I Am One of Your Molecules! I Started out from Crab Nebula | | Yours |
Message by Anselm Hollo
| He Was Found by the Bureau of Statistics to Be One Against Whom There Was No Official Complaint, | | Had Anything Been Wrong, We Should Certainly Have Heard. |
The Unknown Citizen by W. H. Auden
| Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat... | | Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation. |
Chicago by Carl Sandburg
| How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways. | | I Shall but Love Thee Better After Death. |
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
| How Many Nights Hive I Lain in Terror…. | | And Above Me a Wild Crow Crying 'yaw Yaw Yaw' from a Branch Nothing Cried from Ever in My Life |
How Many Nights by Galway Kinnell
| I Am Not Resigned to the Shutting Away of Loving Hearts in the Hard Ground. | | But I Do Not Approve. And I Am Not Resigned. |
Dirge Without Music by Edna St Vincent Millay
| I Arise from Dreams of Thee in the First Sweet Sleep of Night | | Oh Press It Close to Thine Again, Where It Will Break at Last! |
Indian Serenade by Percy Bysshe Shelley
| I Climb the Black Rock Mountain Stepping from Day to Day Silently. | | The Memory Spilling out Into the World. |
Where Mountain Lion Lay Down With Deer by Leslie Marmon Silko
| If I Should Die, Think Only This of Me: | | In Hearts at Peace, Under an English Heaven. |
The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
| I Found This Jawbone by the Sea's Edge. | | But Gripped, Gripped and is Now a Cenotaph. |
Relic by Ted Hughes
| If You Can Keep Your Head when All About You Are Losing Theirs... | | And - Which is More - You'll Be a Man My Son! |
If by Rudyard Kipling
| If You Don't Know the Kind of Person I Am | | The Signals We Give - Yes or No, or Maybe - Should Be Clear: the Darkness Around Us is Deep. |
A Ritual To Read To Each Other by William Stafford
| I Have Eaten the Plums That Were in the Icebox | | Forgive Me They Were Delicious So Sweet and So Cold |
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams
| I Lie on My Back at Midnight Hearing the Marvelous Strange Chime of the Clocks... | | Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal |
Daydreams for Ginsberg by Jack Kerouac
| I Love a Sunburnt Country a Land of Sweeping Plains… | | My Homing Thoughts Will Fly. |
I love a Sunburnt Country by Dorothea Mackellar
| I Met a Traveller from an Antique Land | | ...The Lone and Level Sands Stretch Far Away. |
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
| I'm Lyin' on the Barren Ground That's Baked and Cracked With Drought... | | A-wearin' out Yer Heart 'n Soul in the Wastin' of Yer Life. |
Knocked Up by Henry Lawson
| In the Evening the Dusk Stipples With Lights | | Insatiable, Stun Themselves in the Sea. |
The Poet Is Dead by William Everson
| In Late September Many Voices Tell You You Will Die. | | Let’s Go Get It. |
Why We Don't Die by Robert Bly
| In That November off Tehuantepec,The Slopping of the Sea Grew Still One Night... | | Came Fresh Transfigurings of Freshest Blue. |
Sea Surface Full of Clouds by Wallace Stevens
| In Xanadu Did Kubla Khan A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree. | | And Drunk the Milk of Paradise. |
Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
| I Saw the Best Minds of My Generation Destroyed by Madness… | | To the Door of My Cottage in the Western Night |
Howl by Allen Ginsberg
| I Sing of Olaf Glad and Big Whose Warmest Heart Recoiled at War: | | More Brave Than Me: More Blond Than You. |
I Sing of Olaf Glad and Big by E. E. Cummings
| 'Is There Anybody There?' Said the Traveller... | | When the Plunging Hoofs Were Gone. |
The Listeners by Walter De La Mare
| It is Portentous, and a Thing of State That Here at Midnight, in Our Little Town... | | That He May Sleep Upon His Hill Again? |
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay
| It Little Profits That an Idle King, By This Still Hearth... | | To Strive, to Seek, to Find, and Not to Yield. |
Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson
| It Was Fifty Years Ago, In the Pleasant Month of May... | | And My Boy Does Not Return! |
The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
| It Was Many and Many a Year Ago, In a Kingdom by the Sea... | | In Her Tomb by the Sounding Sea. |
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
| It Was the Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed the Wintry Sea… | | On the Reef of Norman's Woe! |
The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
| I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud... | | And then My Heart With Pleasure Fills, and Dances With the Daffodils |
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
| I Want You to Know One Thing. | | ...and As Long As You Live It Will Be in Your Arms Without Leaving Mine |
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
| I Went Down to the River, I Set Down on the Bank. | | Life is Fine! Fine As Wine! Life is Fine! |
Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
| I Will Teach You My Townspeople How to Perform a Funeral | | I Think You Are Ready. |
Tract by William Carlos Williams
| Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota... | | Suddenly I Realize That if I Stepped out of My Body I Would Break Into Blossom. |
A Blessing by James Wright
| Laugh and the World Laughs With You, Weep and You Weep Alone. | | But One by One We Must All File on Through the Narrow Aisles of Pain. |
Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
| Let Me Tell You, the Captain Knew Exactly What He Would Do | | That is Where We Leave Him to Go on Hurtling Through the Geat Warp & at Our Own Ineffable Goals |
Old Space Cadet Speaking by Anselm Hollo
| Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars of Public Honour… | | Where I May Not Remove nor Be Removed. |
Sonnett XXV by William Shakespeare
| Let Us Go Then, You and I, when the Evening is Spread out Against the Sky | | Till Human Voices Wake Us, and We Drown. |
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
| Little Poppies, Little Hell Flames, Do You Do No Harm? | | But Colorless. Colorless. |
Poppies in July by Sylvia Plath
| Madame, for You're Newefangelnesse... | | In Stede of Blew, Thus May Ye Were Al Greene. |
Against Women Unconstant by Geoffrey Chaucer
| My Head and Shoulders, and My Book In the Cool Shade… | | Of Pale Cold Light That Was Alive. |
The Signature of All Things by Kenneth Rexroth
| My Heart Aches, and a Drowsy Numbness Pains My Sense, As Though of Hemlock I Had Drunk, | | Was It a Vision, or a Waking Dream? Fled is That Music: - Do I Wake or Sleep? |
Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
| My Long Two-pointed Ladder's Sticking Through a Tree... | | Or Just Some Human Sleep. |
After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
| My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun; | | And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare. |
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare
| O Captain! My Captain! Our Fearful Trip is Done; | | But I, With Mournful Tread, Walk the Deck My Captain Lies, Fallen Cold and Dead. |
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
| Often I Think of the Beautiful Town That is Seated by the Sea; | | A Boy's Will is the Wind's Will, and the Thoughts of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts |
My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
| O My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose… | | And I Will Come Again, My Luve, Tho' It Ware Ten Thousand Mile |
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
| Once Upon a Midnight Dreary... | | And My Soul from out That Shadow That Lies Floating on the Floor Shall Be Lifted - Nevermore! |
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
| One Christmas Was So Muchlike Another | | I Got Into Bed. I Said Some Words to the Close and Holy Darkness, then I Slept. |
A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas
| Our Canoe Idles in the Idling Current of the Tree... | | And the Thieving Moments Fuse and Disappear in Our Mortal, Timeless Flesh |
Floating by Kenneth Rexroth
| The Preacher's Coagulated Rhetoric Evaporates in His Teeth, Unretainable | | Where the Vulva and the Cod, Clutched in the Blood's Devouring Paroxysm, Beat Back Death |
Missa Defunctorum by William Everson
| Pretty Women Wonder Where My Secret Lies. | | Phenomenal Woman, That's Me. |
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
| Romance, Who Loves to Nod and Sing With Drowsy Head and Folded Wing | | My Heart Would Feel to Be a Crime Unless It Trembled With the Strings. |
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
| The Sea is Calm To-night.The Tide is Full... | | Where Ignorant Armies Clash by Night |
Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
| The Sensuality of Women at Mass: That Deceptive Complaisance | | A Kind of Awesome Virginal Guile, Brought the Heart of Man and the Hunger of God to Heel |
Missa Sanctorum by William Everson
| The Skies They Were Ashen and Sober... | | This Ghoul-haunted Woodland of Weir. |
Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe
| Something There is That Doesn't Love a Wall, | | He Says Again, 'Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.' |
Mending Wall by Robert Frost
| Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond | | Nobody, Not Even the Rain, Has Such Small Hands |
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings
| Take This Kiss Upon the Brow! | | Is All That We See or Seem but a Dream Within a Dream? |
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
| There Has to Be a Jail Where Ladies Go... | | And Pluck Each Year Like a White Rose. |
There Has To Be a Jail for Ladies by Thomas Merton
| Thou Still Unravish'd Bride of Quietness… | | Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty-that is All Ye Know on Earth, and All Ye Need to Know |
Ode to a Grecian Urn by John Keats
| To Fold the Clothes. | | And Somewhere a Small Girl Standing Next to Her Mother Watching to See How It's Done |
I Stop Writing the Poem by Tess Gallagher
| To Keep Your Marriage Brimming With Love in the Loving Cup, | | Whenever You’re Wrong, Admit It; Whenever You’re Right, Shut Up. |
A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash
| The Tree Has Entered My Hands | | A Child - So High - You Are, and All This is Folly to the World. |
A Girl by Ezra Pound
| Wake: the Silver Dusk Returning Up the Beach of Darkness Brims, | | Up, Lad: when the Journey's over There'll Be Time Enough to Sleep. |
Reveille by A. E. Housman
| Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie... | | An' Forward, Tho' I Canna See, I Guess An' Fear! |
To A Mouse by Robert Burns
| We Have Lost Even This Twilight. | | Always, Always You Recede Through the Evenings Toward Where the Twilight Goes Erasing Statues. |
We Have Lost Even by Pablo Neruda
| We Real Cool. | | We Die Soon. |
We Real Cool by Gwendoline Brooks
| What Happens to a Dream Deferred? | | Or Does It Explode? |
Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
| What Thoughts I Have of You Tonight, Walt Whitman... | | And Stood Watching the Boat Disappear on the Black Waters of Lethe? |
A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg
| When April Bends Above Me and Finds Me Fast Asleep, | | Then Tell My Love the Secret That I Have Died to Keep. |
I Love You by Sara Teasdale
| When Love With Unconfinèd Wings Hovers Within My Gates, | | If I Have Freedom in My Love And in My Soul Am Free Angels Alone, That Soar Above, Enjoy Such Liberty. |
To Althea, from Prison by Richard Lovelace
| When the Trumpet Sounded, It Was All Prepared on the Earth… | | A Body Rolls, a Thing That Has No Name, a Fallen Cipher, a Cluster of Dead Fruit Thrown Down on the Dump. |
The United Fruit Company by Pablo Neruda
| Whither, 'midst Falling Dew, While Glow the Heavens With the Last Steps of Day, | | In the Long Way That I Must Tread Alone, Will Lead My Steps Aright. |
To a Waterfowl by William Cullen Bryant
| << Prev Next >> |
Facts contributed by:
