Taylor Swift or Literary Canon?

If this isn’t going to destroy it, there’s nothing else that will— the good will certainly never destroy anything.

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?

Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet.

Feeling so Gastby that whole year.

With luck, we might get a considerable start.

Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night.

I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate.

As well as the football games. They still have those.

Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.

Back then, I swore I was gonna marry him someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine.

In the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer fling?

But everything must take its chance. The evil of marriage would be much diminished.

Until to Men it may seem magical.

They didn’t teach you that in prep school, so it’s up to me.

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die.

But there’s robbers to the east, clowns to the west.

It's history, it's poetry.

I knew the risk of snow, though it seldom falls heavily so far south, save high up in the mountains.

Conscious of his grim mood and the fault at the fire.

Holiday House sat quietly on that beach.