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Favorite Poets & Poems?

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  • writonthetransomwritonthetransom Registered User Posts: 529 Member
    I am in love with Carl Sandburg's poetry. My favorite is his Definitions of Poetry.
    "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits."
  • cameliasinensiscameliasinensis Registered User Posts: 2,294 Senior Member
    e. e. cummings is my favorite.
    since feeling is first
    who pays any attention
    to the syntax of things
    will never wholly kiss you;

    wholly to be a fool
    while Spring is in the world

    my blood approves,
    and kisses are a better fate
    than wisdom
    lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
    - the best gesture of my brain is less than
    your eyelids' flutter which says

    we are for each other; then
    laugh, leaning back in my arms
    for life's not a paragraph

    And death i think is no parenthesis
    and
    somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look will easily unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;
    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
  • emylaemyla Registered User Posts: 141 Junior Member
    Karen61990--I thought the poem dealt really well with the ideas of indecision and bitter aging. I saw it as a reflection of the narrator's life as he sees himself 'slowly going bald' and wonders whether life is worthwhile. I guess the concept really appealed to me, and I love Eliot's style in all of his poems.

    ^ and I really like those e. e. cummings poems too, though I never know the correct way to write his name :)
  • Rhapsody in GreenRhapsody in Green Registered User Posts: 355 Member
    A number of my favorite poems have already been mentioned, but I can't let this thread go on without some Matthew Arnold. He's not as popular a poet as some, but I think his work is amazing.

    Dover Beach

    The sea is calm to-night.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
    Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
    Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
    Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
    Only, from the long line of spray
    Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
    Listen! you hear the grating roar
    Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
    At their return, up the high strand,
    Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
    With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
    The eternal note of sadness in.

    Sophocles long ago
    Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
    Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
    Of human misery; we
    Find also in the sound a thought,
    Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

    The Sea of Faith
    Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
    Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
    But now I only hear
    Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
    Retreating, to the breath
    Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
    And naked shingles of the world.

    Ah, love, let us be true
    To one another! for the world, which seems
    To lie before us like a land of dreams,
    So various, so beautiful, so new,
    Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
    Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
    And we are here as on a darkling plain
    Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night.
  • eugeniaeugenia Registered User Posts: 229 Junior Member
    ^ i like that one too.
    here's a funny parody/ response to it:
    http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16424
  • ru4real1666ru4real1666 Registered User Posts: 349 Member
    Fire and Ice - Robert Frost...

    enough said
  • es222es222 Registered User Posts: 251 Junior Member
    heres my favorite:

    I'm a Dream Weaver
    Shading you from your own glory
    From mirages to mirrors, and anything in between
    I'll be there, like the suns glare
    Cascading over your shadow

    I'm an enigma
    The wake of California
    I'm a fault line, upheaving and arrogant
    I'm the shore, the waves, the caged tranquil
    I'm the beached whale

    I'm a Renaissance man
    I'm a lullaby, soothing but bittersweet
    I'm your crash-course apathy
    I'm not offensive, yet harboring hostile air
    The essence of today, now, and forever.
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