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Favorite Poets & Poems?


Replies to: Favorite Poets & Poems?

  • il banditoil bandito Registered User Posts: 859 Member
    Naw man, Seuss is WAY too psychedelic for me.
  • PurpoisePalPurpoisePal Registered User Posts: 1,644 Senior Member
    Plath, Emily Dickenson, ee Cummings, Gwendolyn Brooks, etc.

    And Scheherezade by Richard Siken:

    Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
    and dress them in warm clothes again.
    How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
    Until they forget that they are horses.
    It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
    it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
    how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
    to slice into pieces.
    Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
    we’re inconsolable.
    Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
    Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
  • LesOsLesOs Registered User Posts: 4,545 Senior Member
    Conversation, by Ai

    We smile at each other
    and I lean back against the wicker couch.
    How does it feel to be dead? I say.
    You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
    And when you open your mouth,
    a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
    and burns a hole through it.
    Don’t tell me, I say. I don't want to hear.
    Did you ever, you start,
    wear a certain kind of silk dress
    and just by accident,
    so inconsequential you barely notice it,
    your fingers graze that dress
    and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
    you see it too
    and you realize how that image
    is simply the extension of another image,
    that your own life
    is a chain of words
    that one day will snap.
    Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
    and beginning to rise heavenward
    in their confirmation dresses,
    like white helium balloons,
    the wreaths of flowers on their heads spinning,
    and above all that,
    that’s where I’m floating,
    and that’s what it’s like
    only ten times clearer,
    ten times more horrible.
    Could anyone alive survive it?

    I really like this one =)
  • PurpoisePalPurpoisePal Registered User Posts: 1,644 Senior Member
    This one's amazing:

    One Art
    by Elizabeth Bishop

    The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.
    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.
    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
    --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
  • umbrellasumbrellas Registered User Posts: 157 Junior Member
    Rainer Maria Rilke. I love her Eurydice/Orpheus poems.
  • umbrellasumbrellas Registered User Posts: 157 Junior Member
    Oh gosh, I just realized I called Rilke a "her". Sorry.
  • karen61990karen61990 Registered User Posts: 1,599 Senior Member
    emyla- I actually like the one stanza on michelangelo but the rest of it i really disliked. I got the feeling from reading it that the narrator was the most anti-social guy I have ever heard. It was just a little corny and long winded for me.

    And I agree to disagree too =)

    what did you like about it?
  • miladymilady Registered User Posts: 135 Junior Member
    lucille clifton, marilyn hacker, keats - yessssss.

    emily dickinson - everytime i see one of her poems, i cry. they are pains in the behind to explicate...

    see "sonnet ending with a film subtitle" for one of the best poems ever written. no, really. it's good.
  • sakuragirlsakuragirl Registered User Posts: 273 Junior Member
    What about this poem by Langston Hughes? I'm sure lots of ppl CC on relate to it :P

    A Dream Deferred
    by Langston Hughes

    What happens to a dream deferred?

    Does it dry up
    like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore--
    And then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat?
    Or crust and sugar over--
    like a syrupy sweet?

    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.

    Or does it explode?
  • karen61990karen61990 Registered User Posts: 1,599 Senior Member
    we had to pick 5 Langston Hughes poems and rewrite them for my English. One that I picked was A Dream Deferred. I thought it sucked but I actually got a 100. I guess somethings are never understandable in this world.
  • deenierahdeenierah Registered User Posts: 416 Member
    PurpoisePal, we just read that Bishop poem in class! It's great. then we had to write our own villanelles, which was kind of a nightmare...

    my favorite favorite poem in the world...

    The Quiet World (Jeffrey McDaniel)
    In an effort to get people to look
    Into each other’s eyes more,
    The government has decided to allot
    Each person exactly one hundred
    And sixty-seven words per day.

    When the phone rings, I put it
    To my ear without saying hello.
    In the restaurant I point
    At chicken noodle soup. I am
    Adjusting well to the new way.

    Late at night I call my long-
    Distance lover and proudly say:
    I only used fifty-nine today.
    I saved the rest for you.

    When she doesn’t respond, I know
    She’s used up all her words,
    So I slowly whisper I love you,
    Thirty-two and a third times.
    After that, we just sit on the line
    And listen to each other breathe.
  • GIMEurSTRESballZGIMEurSTRESballZ Registered User Posts: 1,470 Member
    i once heard dr seuss only used 263 words from the english language (sooo not including seussian words). thats impressive. i dont think many poets can do what he could do with such style, grace, and genius.

    also, william carlos williams ftw.
  • LuwainLuwain Registered User Posts: 275 Junior Member
    Blackberries by Seamus Hearney
  • NoldoNoldo Registered User Posts: 1,249 Senior Member
    My favourite poem's T. S. Eliot's 'Burnt Norton', definitely. Also rather like William Carlos Wiliams's 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus', and Carl Phillips -- 'Leda after the Swan' (anyone noticing a Greek myth theme here? :D); Edna St. Vincent Millay's 'Dirge Without Music' is beautiful, too.
  • cowgirlatheartcowgirlatheart Registered User Posts: 855 Member
    I studied a lot of Tennyson in high school for some reason, and I still really like his poetry (with the exception of 'Charge of the Light Brigade').

    My two favorites of his are 'Crossing the Bar' (which I also sang in choir), and Ulysses (my favorite interpretation The Odyssey).
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