I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
That’s three movie titles in ten lines of poetry. And that’s the game: Find movie titles in snippets taken form poems, song lyrics, or prose - but the the title of the poem, song, or prose doesn’t count. (I mean, otherwise we’d have to include every book adaptation.) Of course, the more in one snippet, the merrier.
But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country , from whose bourne
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.*
HAD we but World enough, and Time, (novel by Robert Penn Warren; also a couple of sf short stories)
This coyness Lady were no crime.
…
And you should if you please refuse
Till the Conversion of the Jews (Novel by Philip Roth)
My vegetable Love should grow Vaster then Empires, and more slow (Story by Ursula LeGuin)
…
And your quaint Honour turn to dust;
And into ashes all my Lust.
The Grave’s a fine and private place, (novel by Ellery Queen)
But none I think do there embrace.