god of thunder.

“but what if there is no home to return to?” a thought she hadn’t let cross her mind until now. “if i can’t remember why i’m here, then how am i to know it wasn’t to simply escape?” he may have been the thor of her world, but in any universe he was still her father. just having that small comfort of his presence made these possibilities easier to face. “…you don’t know what it was like…”

FAMOUS  FIRST  LINES  OF  POETRY. 

BOLD  —  always applies. italics  —  sometimes applies  /  verse dependent. repost,  do not reblog!

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,  starving hysterical naked.   //   tyger tyger,  burning bright.   //   i have done it again.   //   do not go gentle into that good night.   //   the sea is calm to-night.   //   let us go then,  you & i.   //   april is the cruelest month.   //   pretty women wonder where my secret lies.   //   there is a place where the sidewalk ends.   //   i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart).   //   two roads diverged in a yellow wood.   //   whose woods these are i think i know.   //   let us twain walk aside from the rest.   //   once upon a midnight dreary,  while i pondered,  weak & weary.   //   i taught myself to live simply & wisely.   //   it so happens i am sick of being a man.   //   i wandered lonely as a cloud.   //   does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?   //   o my luve is like a red,  red rose.   //   o captain!  my captain!  our fearful trip is done.   //   out of the night that covers me.   //   it was many & many a year ago.   //   you may write me down in history.   //   do not stand at my grave & weep.   //   some say the world will end in fire,  some say in ice.   //   hope is the thing with feathers.   //   the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   //   no man is an island.   //   remember me when i am gone away.   //   i met a traveller from an antique land.   //  ‘twas brillig,  & the slithy toves.   //   this is thy hour o soul.    //   when we wear the mask that grins & lies.   //   death be not proud.   //   & death shall have no dominion.   //    laugh,  & the world laughs with you.   //   the art of losing isn’t hard to master.   //   to see a world in a grain of sand.   //   is there anybody there?  said the traveller.   //   nobody heard him,  the dead man.   //   that crazed girl improving her music.   //   come to me in the silence of the night.   //   where the mind is without fear & the head is held high.   //   when you are old & grey & full of sleep.   //   in flanders’ fields the poppies blow.   //   i thought of you & how you love this beauty.   //   life,  believe,  is not a dream.  //   it may be misery not to sing at all.   //   if starry space no limit knows.   //   come live with me & be my love.   //   had we but world enough & time.   //   my heart aches,  & a drowsy numbness pains my sense.   //   bright star,  would i were steadfast as thou art.   //   thou still unravish’d bride of quietness.   //   how do i love thee?  let me count the ways.   //   heaven is what i cannot reach!   //   my dear,  my dear,  i know.   //   in visions of the dark night.   //   shall i compare thee to a summers day?   //   break,  break,  break.   //   she walks in beauty.   //   i had a dream,  which was not all a dream.   //   he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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