Can you give us a single line of poetry that you find particularly moving?
Please, do not use this question to insert a whole poem, not even a haiku.
Please, just give us the line, the author, and the poem’s title.
Here’s my contribution:
“He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs,” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Never May the Fruit Be Plucked
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