I find that in the covid appocalypse, my english degree is finally coming in handy.

Here are some lines of poetry or other literature that might help you process the situation at hand:

1: Shakespeare

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in tis petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time

2: Yeats

turning and turning the widening gyre
the falcon cannot hear the falconer
thins fall apart, the center cannot hold
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

3: Frost

some say the world will end in fire
some say ice
from what i've tasted of desire
i hold with those who favor fire
but if it had to perish twice
i think i know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great
and would suffice

4: Shelley

'my name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
nothing beside remains. round the decay
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sands stretch far away."

5: Angelou

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

6: Eliot (segmented, bc these are the lines i remember and recite...)

April is the cruelest month....
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)....
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.

7: Hemingway

“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
....
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

8: Didion

Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

9: Dorothy Parker:

This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.

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they sicken of calm who know the storm.