I pretty fond of Silvia Plath.
by Billy Collins
The one in the upper-left-hand corner
is giving me a look
that says I know you are here
and I have nothing better to do
for the remainder of human time
than return your persistent but engaging stare.
She is wearing a deeply scalloped
flame-stitch halter top
with padded push-up styling
and easy side-zip tap pants.
The one on the facing page, however,
who looks at me over her bare shoulder,
cannot hide the shadow of annoyance in her brow.
You have interrupted me,
she seems to be saying,
with your coughing and your loud music.
Now please leave me alone;
let me finish whatever it was I was doing
in my organza-trimmed
whisperweight camisole with
keyhole closure and point d'esprit mesh back.
Continued here: http://www.class.uidaho.edu/cae_core/Links/CollinsVictoria.htm
That's an amazing and very disturbing poem.
William Carlos Williams.
He was also a doctor who brought about a thousand babies into the world.
A couple of my favorites
A piece of green pepper
off the wooden salad bowl:
"This is my beloved"
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)
I HAVE been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
Too many favorites, though most of them are from the English Romantic movement. Here's one by Shelley:
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder. (snip)
Lots of favorites. Wallace Stevens is one. Here are a couple of stanzas from Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird:
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
Just a caution, if the poem is not in the public domain, just paste a stanza and link to it. Even if it is in the public domain, if it is a lengthy poem, perhaps post a few stanzas and link to the rest so people don't have to keep scrolling.
If you have not checked and know for a fact that something is not under copyright, just link to it. If I have to check for copyright and it is, you will receive an infraction. Just err on the side of caution.
Now is the winter of our discontent, where the darling boys of May hold hands against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.
Ay, that's the rub, or as you like it, a comedy of errors.
I have never run across this poem. Clearly he was describing a Deja Vu.
A man, young in flesh and bone and sinew, there was from Nantucket.
Whose all in all was vast like unto a bucket.
A king of infinite space, it was such
that the lady doth protest too much
I can't finish the poem, I think it's still under copyright.
Here is a classic:
Let Evening Come by - Jane Kenyon[/URL]
Unfortunately, I couldn't find a youtube video of her reading this poem. =/
I did manage to find someone singing it through:
Just a note: If the author is remotely modern, see if you can find a youtube video of the author reading the poem.
I think I can find a poetry slam of Shelley, Coleridge, Keats, and Byron all together on YouTube. No Robert Burns, though. He was notoriously camera-shy.
I like singing poets best.
Ann Sexton reads wanting to die
John Lillison, England's greatest one-armed poet
Guillaume Appollinaire and then Arthur Rimbaud.
I like this =)
He was also a gifted artist.
Separate names with a comma.