First Fig
[ranking: 3]
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends?? It gives a lovely light! Author: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
[ranking: 25]
Much Madness is divinest Sense -To a discerning Eye -Much Sense - the starkest Madness -??Tis the MajorityIn this, as all, prevail -Assent - and you are sane -Demur - you??re straightway dangerous -And handled with a Chain - Author: Emily Dickinson
Invictus
[ranking: 8]
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. Author: William Ernest Henley
My Life Has Been the Poem
[ranking: 13]
My life has been the poem I would have writBut I could not both live and utter it. Author: Henry David Thoreau
The Red Wheelbarrow
[ranking: 24]
so much dependsupon
a red wheelbarrow
glazed with rainwater
beside the whitechickens. Author: William Carlos Williams
Harlem
[ranking: 10]
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore?? And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over?? like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode? Author: Langston Hughes
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