FAVOURITE POETRY

[Artdude]

Who are your favourite poets? Who's poetry makes you want to cry, laugh, or sing? What would you recommend?

My favourites are Keats, Plath and Peake.

[Euphoriameantime]

I'm a sucker for Longfellow, Bukowski, Vaughn, Yeats and Chaucer.

What a collection... the prim and proper poets along side the rude and rauncy drunks.

[Fran]

Ah this is like the thread asking for your favorite book or author ... almost impossible to answer. But to name but a few ....

Shakespeare's sonnets, T S Eliot, Walter de la Mare, Wordsworth
& Irish poets Seamus Heaney, W B Yeats, Patrick Kavanagh, Austin Clarke

[StephenKingman]

I have moved this thread to the appropriate Poetry and Music forum, carry on

[Artdude]

I have moved this thread to the appropriate Poetry and Music forum, carry on

Fair enough - My mistake!

[StephenKingman]

I have moved this thread to the appropriate Poetry and Music forum, carry on

Fair enough - My mistake!

Dont worry about it

[Jacob]

Too hard, so many great, young and fresh new poets about. And the experiance is hard to figure out.

[Euphoriameantime]

Wait... Does Bob Dylan count?

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

<3 You can't tell me that's not poetry.

[Fran]

Wait... Does Bob Dylan count?

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

<3 You can't tell me that's not poetry.

Well then I insist on Leonard Cohen

[Jacob]

Wait... Does Bob Dylan count?

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

<3 You can't tell me that's not poetry.

I can't blame you, he is one of the most scientific people in the world. His music is outstanding.

[Euphoriameantime]

Wait... Does Bob Dylan count?

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

<3 You can't tell me that's not poetry.

Well then I insist on Leonard Cohen

Then I second Cohen. How could I of possibly forget about him?? His music is pure poetry..... and everybody knows!!

[Maud Fitch]

A tribute to author Brian Jacques who scattered poetry throughout his novels.
This is spoken by Badger Lord Russano.

I am the Teller of Tales,
Gaze into the fire with me,
For I know of the Badger Lords,
And their mountain, by the sea.
‘Tis of a fearsome warrior,
Full of fate and destiny,
Who followed dreams, along strange paths,
Unknown to such as we.
This Badger Lord was fearless,
As all who followed him knew,
And the haremaid he befriended,
Why, she was as young as you!
But no less bold or courageous,
Full of valour and strong of heart,
Aye, young ‘uns like you, good and true,
May stand to take their part.
So here is my story, may it bring
Some smiles, and a tear or so,
It happened, once upon a time,
Far away, and long ago.
Outside the night wind keens and wails,
Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

From LORD BROCKTREE by Brian Jacques “A Tale Of Redwall” series.

[Fran]

@ Maud
That is beautiful ... reminded me of:

Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

- Arthur O'Shaughnessy

[Techforums123]

Yes True, I agree he is outstanding

[dlachance9]

I absolutely adore Emily Dickinson. I think she was way ahead of her time, especially when it came to issues of gender and sexuality. I'm also a big fan of Anne Carson.