What's your favorite poem/poems and it's/their author/authors?

[ewopper]

If -Rudyard Kipling
The Raven -Poe
The Revolution Will not be Televised- Gil Scott Heron
A Legend in his own Mind- Gil Scott Heron
Related to What- The Last Poets
Urban Blues D. Chase
lots more

 

[bogusbrig]

If -Rudyard Kipling
The Raven -Poe
The Revolution Will not be Televised- Gil Scott Heron
A Legend in his own Mind- Gil Scott Heron
Related to What- The Last Poets
Urban Blues D. Chase
lots more

The Wasteland - TS Elliot

Howl - Alan Ginsberg (though he is far too eratic and churned out far too much mediocraty to be called a great poet.)

Wolf Watching - Ted Hughes

Men And Women - Friederick Seidel

There are a lot more I could put on the list but these are a few.

 

[ewopper]

The Wasteland - TS Elliot

Howl - Alan Ginsberg (though he is far too eratic and churned out far too much mediocraty to be called a great poet.)

Wolf Watching - Ted Hughes

Men And Women - Friederick Seidel

There are a lot more I could put on the list but these are a few.

TS Elliot I'm somewhat familiar with, the other two I will do a search on thanks

 

[wildsweetone]

Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken

 

[ewopper]

Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken

That is a favorite by most poets, my favorite by him is stopping by woods on a snowy evening

 

[Tzara]

Some of my favorites:

• "Musée des beaux arts" by W. H. Auden
• "Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen
• "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
• "Leda and the Swan" by W. B. Yeats
• "Not My Best Side" by U. A Fanthorpe
• "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
• "Morning Song" by Sylvia Plath

Also things like Ko; or, A Season on Earth and 1000 Avante Garde Plays by Kenneth Koch, Eliot's The Waste Land, almost anything by E. E. Cummings, and so on.

I'm currently infatuated with Kim Addonizio.

Her poems! Her poems!

 

[wildsweetone]

That is a favorite by most poets, my favorite by him is stopping by woods on a snowy evening

ever read 'A Patch of Old Snow'?

 

[PatCarrington]

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

somewhere i have never travelled by e.e. cummings

and, for Tzara, Good Girl by Kim Addonizio

 

[jthserra]

View with a Grain of Sand - Wislawa Szymborska

Death of the Ball Turret Gunner - Randall Jarrell

Muhammad Ali at the Ringside, 1985 - Wole Soyinka

Dover Beach - Matthew Arnold

Cut - Sylvia Plath

The Nude Swim - Anne Sexton


to name a few... : )

 

[ewopper]

ever read 'A Patch of Old Snow'?

no but thanks for referring... I will is Frost the author

 

[annaswirls]

My favorites, it seems are all pretty simple. No dictionary needed. They are ones that come into my mind uninvited, many ee cummings poems do this. There are so many more.... I just pasted them here as they are all pretty short... and some of those poetry sites have really annoying flashing ads, etc. I REALLY enjoyed the ones that the others have posted here, thank you!


In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

Stephen Crane

~


POETRY READING

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.

Who will tell me
why I was born,
why this monstrosity
called life.

The telephone rings. I have to give
a poetry reading.

I enter.
A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.
I know for what.

I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is
this monstrosity called life.

~Anna Swir

 

[annaswirls]

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

 

[annaswirls]

e.e. cummings
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like you blueeyed boy
Mister Death



..................

Teaching the Ape to write Poetry
~James Tate


They didn't have much trouble
teaching the ape to write poems:
first they strapped him into the chair
then tied his pencil around his hand
(the paper had already been nailed down).
Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
and whispered into his ear:
"You look like a god sitting there.
Why don't you try writing something?"

 

[annaswirls]

okay okay one more, I think I posted all of these a year ago here somewhere It is nice to share them, hope someone else is moved as well...

In Praise of My Sister

My sister does not write poems
and it's unlikely she'll suddenly start writing poems.
She takes after her mother, who did not write poems,
and after her father, who also did not write poems.
Under my sister's roof I feel safe:
nothing would move my sister's husband to write poems.
And though it sounds like a poem by Adam Macedonski,
none of my relatives is engaged in the writing of poems.

In my sister's desk there are no old poems
nor any new ones in her handbag.
And when my sister invites me to dinner,
I know she has no intention of reading me poems.
She makes superb soups without half trying,
and her coffee does not spill on manuscripts.

In many families no one writes poems,
but when they do, it's seldom just one person.
Sometimes poetry flows in cascades of generations,
which sets up fearsome eddies in family relations.

My sister cultivates a decent spoken prose,
her entire literary output is on vacation postcards
that promise the same thing every year:
that when she returns,
she'll tell us, everything,
everything,
everything.

-- Wislawa Szymborska

 

[wildsweetone]

no but thanks for referring... I will is Frost the author

yes.

A Patch of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

-- Robert Frost


anna, i love Stevens' Thirteen Ways.

 

[ewopper]

yes.

A Patch of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

-- Robert Frost


anna, i love Stevens' Thirteen Ways.

Wow I like that thanks for sharing, I really like that

 

[flyguy69]

....and, for Tzara, Good Girl by Kim Addonizio

sigh!

 

[annaswirls]

sigh!

don't you mean "woof"

?​

 

[flyguy69]

don't you mean "woof"

?​

For that particular poem, yes! Did you see the one I put on the, umm, other thread?

 

[annaswirls]

For that particular poem, yes! Did you see the one I put on the, umm, other thread?

umm the spankin' one?

I love Kim's poem, I had not read her before but I will read her again, thanks for the referral boys.

 

[flyguy69]

umm the spankin' one?

I love Kim's poem, I had not read her before but I will read her again, thanks for the referral boys.

This one.

 

[annaswirls]

This one.

ahhh yes, that one. I will have to read it, thanks for the pointer. I am bad about following some threads, I get caught up in the hijack, spanking innuendo ones. So immature.

 

[Angeline]

I like many

of the poems listed here all ready, especially the Wallace Stevens Anna mentioned (which I think is brilliant) and the EE Cummings Pat Carrington linked.

These are a few others I read over and over. The list could be a lot longer.

Sailing to Byzantium by W.B. Yeats

Andrea del Sarto by Robert Browning

Naming the Stars by Joyce Sutphen

A Certain Slant of Sunlight by Ted Berrigan

My Father's Love Letters by Yusef Komunyakaa

 

[Tzara]

A Certain Slant of Sunlight by Ted Berrigan

Thank you, Ange, for the gift of Ted Berrigan this year.

Um, almost my best newest poet. But perhaps, not the one that I was looking for this year.

Uh, perhaps Kim Addonizio wins that competition because she is, is, uh, is....

Well, she...

Well....

Oh, anyway! Lookie here.

As Ms. Swirls implied: Woof!

 

[wildsweetone]

Thank you, Ange, for the gift of Ted Berrigan this year.

Um, almost my best newest poet. But perhaps, not the one that I was looking for this year.

Uh, perhaps Kim Addonizio wins that competition because she is, is, uh, is....

Well, she...

Well....

Oh, anyway! Lookie here.

As Ms. Swirls implied: Woof!

well i'll be a monkey's.... something. (don't ask me what cos i'm in no mind to recall at the moment)

but wow.

that poem reminds me exactly
of one time when i wore
a white lace top. what attitude
that top had. what outrageous
open looks that top received.
guys are visual creatures.
Ms Addonizio is clever.



and i probably shouldn't have said any of that.