My fav poet is Zhuo. She's not well-known,tho.
Anybody knows a french poet, Rimbaud?
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My fav poet is Zhuo. She's not well-known,tho.
Anybody knows a french poet, Rimbaud?
A new favorite poet of mine is Charles Baudelaire. He captures the human spirit in such few words, while making you smile and laugh at his outlooks on life.
Like den, my favourite poems are lyrics... But for the regularly defined poetry, I do like Baudelaire too, but I never had a favourite poem.... Though maybe I found the one whom I can call my favourite poem... Anna Akhmatova. Until I'll find someone else whose poetry I love, and will thgink again that I have no absolute favourite.
Edgar Allen Poe and Jim Morrison. Had to put my two cents in:D
Poe for me, although I am not widely read in the area of poetry, I shall have to delve into some of these works.
Poe has always been my favorite since high school days. I think its because of his romantic, melancholy dream like quality to his poems and short stories. He also had a plan when he wrote. He had an aesthetic ideal he stroved for and more often then not achieved. The Raven is the best! I almost have it memorized, but my sentimental favorite is Annabel Lee, which I have memorized. When Poe gets rolling his poetry takes off and transcends it into another realm. Example: The last stanza of Annabel Lee along with The Bells, A Dream Within a Dream etc.....
I quite like Tennyson. I like how he uses medieval myths and legends to present his themes. I think a lot of people get hung up on the stories. Of course they're important, but I think he has a more important role than that.
I love Poe, I bought his collection a while ago and I keep it in my bed every night! there is only one other book I keep in my bed and that is the Shakespeare collection I've had that since I was 15.
Poe writes so great poems, I love Annabell Lee it is my all time favourite poem!
Wordsworth is another faveourite, his Lucy poems are so good
How about Pablo Neruda, Luís Cernuda or Konstantinos Kavafis? I love their poems about love and desire...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved
not only the beds you lay on
but also those desires glowing openly
in eyes that looked at you...
Anyway, I like some of the english romantics... Keats, Shelley or Byron... "She walks in beauty" is just so perfect!
:)
wait, i figured it out (you think i would have mentioned him in my favorite poems post, but i had so many others in mind). i've gotta go with w.h. auden. this guy was a master of forms and blended modern with classical so well. some favorites include "but i can't," "ode to terminus," and "in memory of sigmund freud."
My favourite poet is Edgar Allan Poe. "The Raven", "A Dream within a Dream", "The Bells", "Evening Star", "Spirits of the Dead" and many many others are great, full of melancholy and fantasy. I also like Bolesław Leśmian, a Polish poet, who actually drew inspiration from Poe and translated his works into Polish.
Hello. I'm new to this forum and I think it's great!
My favorite poets are: Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Poe, Hart Crane, Auden, Sylvia Plath and many more!! Somebody has already mentionned Cavafy ; I adore him !!
I can't believe this thread has kept surfacing and I never noticed it! Well, I might as well put mine down. :D I'm sure I'm leaving a ton out, but these are the people I can think of at 1:45pm on Jul-8-04:
Elizabeth Hollister Frost
Lord Byron
Robert Frost
Emily Dickinson
James Tate
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lewis Carroll
Well, thats a hard question, I like the poems by Lord Tennyson specially The Lady of Shalott, I like too the poems by Ana de Rosenzweig I like too te Lady of the lake and I can be all the day saying my favorite poems and authors
I adore Sylvia Plath! She was so amazing at her poetry! ~Sophia
I think my fave has to be Joyce Kilmer...he is famous for this (among other things)...
Peoms are made by fools like me...
But only God can make a tree.
There is much more to the poem but the end is what has stuck in my head for years...and I mean years :D like 45 ...
....writer ducks the tomatoes and runs for the door.
No tomatoes, promise Hepzibah. That part of the poem sounds beautiful. I think I´ll look the whole poem.
My favorite right now, apart from TS Eliot, is Tomas Tranströmer. Which is strange since they are said to belong to quite opposite schools of poetry. Robert Bly did some good translation of Tranströmers poems. This is my favorite:
Allegro
After a black day I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited, green and full of silence.
The sounds says that freedom exists
and someone pays no tax to Caesar.
I shove my hands in my haydnpockets
and act like man who is calm about it all.
I raise my Haydnflag. The signal is
"We do not surrender. But want peace"
The music is a house of glass standing on a slope,
rocks are flying, rocks are rolling.
The rocks roll straight through the house
but every pane of glass is still whole.
A. Rimbaud.
I love him
...have to be two authors of radically different style: Walt Whitman and Gerard Manley Hopkins.
just saw that someone else did mention Kipling's If, but the link's not quite hyper.
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Charles Bukowski
example:
Poem For My 43rd Birthday
To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine--
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.
...in the morning
they're out there
making money:
judges, carpenters,
plumbers, doctors,
newsboys, policemen,
barbers, carwashers,
dentists, florists,
waitresses, cooks,
cabdrivers...
and you turn over
to your left side
to get the sun
on your back
and out
of your eyes.
bootiful
s10cr
My favorite poet is probably Tennyson.. favorite poem is below.
--
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),
In height and cold, the splendour of the hills?
But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease
To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine,
To sit a star upon the sparkling spire;
And come, for Love is of the valley, come,
For Love is of the valley, come thou down
And find him; by the happy threshold, he,
Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize,
Or red with spirted purple of the vats,
Or foxlike in the vine; nor cares to walk
With Death and Morning on the silver horns,
Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine,
Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice,
That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls
To roll the torrent out of dusky doors:
But follow; let the torrent dance thee down
To find him in the valley; let the wild
Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave
The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill
Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke,
That like a broken purpose waste in air:
So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales
Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth
Arise to thee; the children call, and I
Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
--
I love the sensations of both despair and love that come across in that poem- particularly the "...that like a broken purpose waste in air/ so waste not thou". The fervency of the wish for the beloved not to waste away...
*wanders away ranting and raving*
-K
K- I haven't ever heard this poem before and I think its great. I read it out loud - well I'm all alone sitting here and no one but the cat to laff...but even he listened! Reading it aloud helped me concentrate and I love its rhthym and the images of the mountain are so beautiful..;cease to glide a sunbeam by the blasted pine'. The contrast between the cold hard mountain where she dwells alone and the love and lushness of the valley are so stark, you can feel the welcome that awaits her in the valley, if only she will come down. Thanks for sharing it -
Miranda
My favourite poet is someone you haven't heard of (I'd think): his name is Carlo Alberto Salustri (1871-1950), though he'd sign his poems as Trilussa. He didn't even write in Italian, but in "romanesco" (the dialect spoken in Rome).
Next, I like Giuseppe Ungaretti.
Of the English poets, I liked most of the War I authors; my favourite poem is T. Hardy's "The Oxen". :thumbs_up
What a difficult question! I think I may have the ability to narrow my favorites to ten, in no special order, of course: Dante Alighieri, D.H. Lawrence, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Rumi, E.E. Cummings, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and John Keats.
my favorite poet? definately SAPPHO
I really like Billy Collins, who used to be America's Poet Laureate.
I'd recommend, among others, his spoof on Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey.
never had a favorite poet but i do like stephan crane, dont have a smaple, Tennyson (i believe mentioned above) SYlvia plath, Robert Frost and I do read random work hlaf the time, my borther is also up there, not famous jsut really good...
nope dont have any with me, thats strange must be on floopies that i dont have..... hmmmm anyway
I used to be a great fan of Coleridge, Shelley and Keats. Then I moved on in time to TS Eliot, Philip Larkin, Ted Hughes and Seamus Heaney. Although I don't have a particular favourite poet, I would say that Heaney's translation of Beowulf, and some of Larkin's poems are especially cherished by me. One of the two most hated poems for me was mentioned earlier on this thread - If by Rudyard Kipling. Boy do I hate that. It reminds me of St. Paul's twaddle about love in Corinthians. Both of which are completely unrealistic nonsense.
phyllis webb ,edgar allen poe are my favs oh and of course myself lol
Edgar allen Poe, and Tessa Musat.
i'm not that good you know :P
you always make me blush so madly
anyway.... i'm a fan of the ever famous poe and the madhatter, just her psuedo name but she is quite good. from the one poem i read lol, i fell in love with it.
was thinking of carl sandburg the other day.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
i also like John McCrae's In Flander's Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hay , come on and say Who is your favorit poet??:yawnb:
For me ????...i like reading Donne to the deapth ....
Yeats followed by Blake...Quote:
Originally Posted by Night Closet
I love Blake, Donne, Emily Dickinson, Poe, Robert Frost etcetera, VERY much, but although I haven't read that many poems of his, I must say that
-ee cummings-
really 'stands out', and is really special, and my favourite.
I love Kipling,Dickinson, and Poe is good :)
(i am new at poetry so i dont know much bout it :s)
RAINER MARIA RILKE...translated by Mitchell
I never had one favourite.
Mácha, Pushkin, Lermontov, Byron, Milton, DANTE (:D If I have to choose "the" poet, it would be him), ... Depending upon my whims.