| Line | Poet | Poem |
|---|
| how do you like your blueeyed boy/Mister Death | |
| '...Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” | |
| We /Jazz June. We/ Die soon. | |
| What happens to a dream deferred? | |
| And miles to go before I sleep | |
| so much depends/upon/a red wheel/barrow | |
| I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world | |
| Daddy, Daddy, you bastard, I'm through | |
| They f**k you up, your mum and dad | |
| Half a league, half a league,/ half a league onward | |
| The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow | |
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways | |
| | Line | Poet | Poem |
|---|
| Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone | |
| Petals on a wet, black bough | |
| Things fall apart, the center cannot hold | |
| I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness | |
| Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
| The fog comes/on little cat feet | |
| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May | |
| Rage, rage, against the dying of the light | |
| And say simply/ Very simply /With hope/ Good morning. | |
| 'Hope' is the thing with feathers | |
| And the green freedom of a cockatoo | |
| I should have been a pair of ragged claws | |
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