Many memorable lines for me in 2010. I only have some of them below. I found most of them, from the internet, especially through blogs and on-line literary magazines, and others from books in my local public-library system. Occasionally, my local library displays a box of free books, in its lobby. One of the books I found in that box was The Modern Poets: An American-British Anthology, published in 1963. The poets included in this anthology appear to be a catalog of prominent poets writing in English, back then. It's a big book, in content, and probably belongs to a specific era in publishing. One of the poets I like in this anthology is Cecil Day Lewis, the father of actor Daniel Day Lewis. Lewis is on the list below. More lines soon.
He grew orchids on his roof
and slept there in an August
of derelict hotels burning, smoke
rushing up like a gutted down pillow
into streets thick and red with ambulances
screaming the air raw and bleeding.
Kate Braverman ("By Madness Wooed")
its life cinders on
until this ultimate imploding,
one deafening blast to climax rite
as loved ones writhe, ashen
in their own consumed shells,[...]
Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta ("One Final Burning")
Her eyes have made a loyalist of me.
On the last day of winter, is it natural
my future resembles lime grapes? What cost
will I pay for the rapture of a solarium?
I wouldn’t have thought I’d fall so easily for
bejeweled eddies. I am seduced by the fever coming
off the shores of her eyelids. My inbox is oblivious
to my steadfast gaze. As they say in Petra, I prefer
you cut into the hillside of my mountain, which means
your face is the coastline to my dreams.
Major Jackson ("Here The Sea")
And memories sleep
Like mammoths in lost caves. [...]
Cecil Day Lewis ("Departure In The Dark")
Awake, I strike a word against the dark
like a match. This could be the past
we are leaving. Buses on high beams;
wild eyes that ride down the road’s
unpromising narrative. The sky at a loss
for stars, thick as a foreign tongue.
Cyril Wong ("Night Bus")