w/Charli xcx in Poet Corner

There’s always a troubling line in every good poem, troubling enough to make the poem great.

What is that line, the one troubling line that disturbs every other line around it, that makes the poem great enough to be remembered?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws?

We must love one another or die

To be or not to be

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

The autumn that wanders and wakes in your mind

It seems that the people who need this kind of poetry the most don’t get it, and the people who don’t need it get the most.