Verse in your Brain

First to haunt me was probably Sexton:

"Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.

We drive to the Cape. I cultivate
myself where the sun gutters from the sky,
where the sea swings in like an iron gate
and we touch. In another country people die."

Cummings would be in there somewhere with:

"i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

. . .

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you."

Eliot's Prufrock is never far either:

"I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

On the boards here, there are some that really strike me over and over again (in no particular order and not complete by any means):

Bird of the Fifties

Your Ophelia

The Ancients

Three's a Crowd

Pain to Silence

Addiction

The World Conspires

Black Coat Girl

Aberfan

The Ghost of Repentance