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Who is your favourite poet(s)?

  • 05-10-2006 11:28am
    #1
    Closed Accounts Posts: 570 ✭✭✭


    My favourites at the moment are (in no particular order)

    • Simon Armitage
    • Philip Larkin
    • Paul Durkan


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 944 ✭✭✭NoDayBut2Day


    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Edgar Allan Poe


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 377 ✭✭sonic juice


    Dylan Thomas
    John Keats


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 944 ✭✭✭NoDayBut2Day


    Oh... Emily Dickinson and T.S. Elliot... can't forget them!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,532 ✭✭✭Lou.m


    One of mine is Coleridge, esecially Kubla Kahn and the Rhyme of the Ancient Marriner, but i also like Yeats and..... gosh so many others.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,366 ✭✭✭luckat


    Too many to mention. More poems than poets, like Wallace Stephens' Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

    http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-13ways.html

    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.

    <snip>


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 12,135 ✭✭✭✭John


    Plath, Larkin, Eliot, Dickonson, Blake, Shakespeare, Heaney, Hughes, etc. etc.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 14,716 ✭✭✭✭Earthhorse


    Pretty hard to pick a favourite. ee cummings and Emily Dickinson spring to mind. Of modern poets perhaps Bukowski and Levine, thought I haven't read enough of the latter to be sure.

    Yeats, Shelley, Shakespeare, Hopkins, Edna St. Vincent Mallay have all thrilled and delighted me at some stage.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,255 ✭✭✭✭The_Minister


    Yeats hands down. I love his simpler ones, like Scholars:


    The Scholars

    Bald heads forgetful of their sins,
    Old, learned, respectable bald heads
    Edit and annotate the lines
    That young men, tossing on their beds,
    Rhymed out in love's despair
    To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.

    All shuffle there; all cough in ink;
    All wear the carpet with their shoes;
    All think what other people think;
    All know the man their neighbour knows.
    Lord, what would they say
    Did their Catullus walk that way?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,772 ✭✭✭toomevara


    E.E.cummings, Pablo Neruda, Robert Lowell, Gary Snyder.......and many more....


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,837 ✭✭✭abelard


    It's got to be Yeats for me too, I'mnot even really sure why, I guess the themes just appeal to me or something.

    Coming in not far behind are TS Eliot and William Blake


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 12,135 ✭✭✭✭John


    Forgot to mention Robert Frost before. Some stunning poetry in his repetoire.


  • Moderators, Arts Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Sports Moderators Posts: 9,588 Mod ✭✭✭✭BossArky


    I'm not the biggest reader of poetry these days, but "The Listeners" by Walter de la Mare stands out from my school days.

    "Is there anybody there said the traveller,
    Knocking on the moonlit door
    As his horse in the silence chomped the grass
    Of the forests ferny floor"

    ...agh beautiful.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 630 ✭✭✭MagnumForce


    Earthhorse wrote:
    Of modern poets perhaps Bukowski and Levine, thought I haven't read enough of the latter to be sure.

    Bukowski definitly is one of my favorites at the moment, the man was a legend! Also quite fond of Richard Brautigan. In the past I have looked kindly on Hughes, Dickinson, Kavanagh, T.S. Elliot and others.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    BossArky wrote:
    I'm not the biggest reader of poetry these days, but "The Listeners" by Walter de la Mare stands out from my school days.

    "Is there anybody there said the traveller,
    Knocking on the moonlit door
    As his horse in the silence chomped the grass
    Of the forests ferny floor"

    ...agh beautiful.
    That is my favourite poem!

    Him, frost, dickinson, some mahon poems and one plath poem. One or two Shakespeare ones are superb.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,899 ✭✭✭lacuna


    I've always been very fond of Gerard Manley Hopkins.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 944 ✭✭✭NoDayBut2Day


    Shel Silverstein... the children's poet. I think that's his name. Oh and Dr. Seuss... would you consider him a poet? :)


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    lacuna wrote:
    I've always been very fond of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
    Anybody hate him and his aptly named terrible sonnets as much as me?


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,259 ✭✭✭starn


    John Milton, Dylan Thomas, Emily Dickinson.

    I never tought a whole lot of Yeats personally


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 630 ✭✭✭MagnumForce


    Anybody hate him and his aptly named terrible sonnets as much as me?

    yes, i hate him, he's a twat, none of his poems ever appealed to me, they were just religious drivel, religious drivel can still sound beautiful if you ignore the religious nature, but his are just unbearable


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 17,399 ✭✭✭✭r3nu4l


    Hmmm, I have to say I love rhyming poetry with good meter. There's something about the making something sound beautiful despite the constraint of structural rigidity! :)

    Anyway, I love poetry by Oscar Wilde and WB Yeats.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 6 sophiej


    Neruda without a doubt


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,247 ✭✭✭stevejazzx


    starn wrote:
    I never tought a whole lot of Yeats personally

    Waaaa?

    He won The Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923 for
    "his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation"
    William Butler Yeats
    Ireland




    Hows about these apples:


    Child dancing in the wind:

    Dance there upon the shore;
    What need have you to care
    For wind or water’s roar?
    And tumble out your hair
    That the salt drops have wet
    Being young you have not known
    The fool’s triumph, nor yetLove lost as soon as won,
    Nor the best labourer dead
    And all the sheaves to bind.
    What need have you to dread
    The monstrous crying of wind?


    Byzantium:
    That is no country for old men. The young
    In one another's arms, birds in the trees -
    Those dying generations - at their song,
    The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
    Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
    Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
    Caught in that sensual music all neglect
    Monuments of unageing intellect.

    Peace

    that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer's age Bred to be a hero's wage. 'Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,' I said, 'Such a delicate high head, All that sternness amid charm, All that sweetness amid strength?' Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had touched her form



    T. S. Eliot


    Let us go then, you and I,
    When the evening is spread out against the sky
    Like a patient etherized upon a table;
    Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
    The muttering retreats
    Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
    And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
    Streets that follow like a tedious argument
    Of insidious intent
    To lead you to an overwhelming question...
    Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
    Let us go and make our visit.


    Alexander Pope

    The Tortoise here and Elephant unite,
    Transform'd to Combs, the speckled and the white.
    Here Files of Pins extend their shining Rows,
    Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
    Now awful Beauty puts on all its Arms;
    The Fair each moment rises in her Charms,
    Repairs her Smiles, awakens ev'ry Grace,
    And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face;
    Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise,
    And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.
    The busy Sylphs surround their darling Care;
    These set the Head, and those divide the Hair,
    Some fold the Sleeve, while others plait the Gown;
    And Betty's prais'd for Labours not her own.[/CENTER][/LEFT][/LEFT]


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 630 ✭✭✭MagnumForce


    stevejazzx wrote:
    Waaaa?

    He won The Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923 for
    "his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation"
    William Butler Yeats
    Ireland

    that doesnt mean he has to like him.


  • Moderators, Arts Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Sports Moderators Posts: 9,588 Mod ✭✭✭✭BossArky


    Just remembered that Raghlan Road is another fav. of mine.

    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
    I see her walking now,
    Away from me as hurriedly as reason will allow,
    That I had woed not as I should a creature made of clay,
    And the man who woes the clay will loose his wings at the end of the day.

    Those words are not exactly correct there at the end... just quoting from the top of my head... but it is such a beautiful ending to that poem.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    My favourite Yeats poem.


    A Drinking Song

    Wine comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That’s all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and I sigh.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,255 ✭✭✭✭The_Minister


    BossArky wrote:
    Just remembered that Raghlan Road is another fav. of mine.

    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
    I see her walking now,
    Away from me as hurriedly as reason will allow,
    That I had woed not as I should a creature made of clay,
    And the man who woes the clay will loose his wings at the end of the day.

    Those words are not exactly correct there at the end... just quoting from the top of my head... but it is such a beautiful ending to that poem.
    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
    Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
    That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay -
    When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.


    I could not let that pass uncorrected.


  • Moderators, Arts Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Sports Moderators Posts: 9,588 Mod ✭✭✭✭BossArky


    Thanks. I did say that my lines above were a guesstimation.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 14,716 ✭✭✭✭Earthhorse


    A Drinking Song

    Wine comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That’s all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and I sigh.

    Although this poem is only six lines long my friend and I managed to come up with completely different interpretations of it.

    That sigh in the last line, is it one of contentment or one of longing?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 411 ✭✭sambora


    Emily Dickinson
    Patrick Kavanagh
    Seamus Heaney


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,255 ✭✭✭✭The_Minister


    Earthhorse wrote:
    Although this poem is only six lines long my friend and I managed to come up with completely different interpretations of it.

    That sigh in the last line, is it one of contentment or one of longing?
    I got longing, a distant, unreturned love. I think its open to interpretation.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 81,220 ✭✭✭✭biko


    Dylan Thomas

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Dead men naked they shall be one
    With the man in the wind and the west moon;
    When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
    They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
    Though they go mad they shall be sane,
    Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
    Though lovers be lost love shall not;
    And death shall have no dominion.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    Earthhorse wrote:
    Although this poem is only six lines long my friend and I managed to come up with completely different interpretations of it.

    That sigh in the last line, is it one of contentment or one of longing?
    It's longing, he felt unrequited love all his life, and it really speaks to me I suppose.
    If that wine is buckfast or if I changed wine to devil's bit.
    I suppose it could be contentment in a sad sort of way.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 630 ✭✭✭MagnumForce


    It's longing, he felt unrequited love all his life, and it really speaks to me I suppose.
    If that wine is buckfast or if I changed wine to devil's bit.
    I suppose it could be contentment in a sad sort of way.

    Hurray for buckfast!


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    Got me through some tough times. ;)


  • Moderators, Arts Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Sports Moderators Posts: 9,588 Mod ✭✭✭✭BossArky


    My favourite Yeats poem.


    A Drinking Song

    Wine comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That’s all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and I sigh.

    Imagine writing that poem yourself nowadays and trying to get it published. People would laugh at you.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,745 ✭✭✭doonothing


    bukowski, ginsberg and angelou.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,110 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    BossArky wrote:
    Imagine writing that poem yourself nowadays and trying to get it published. People would laugh at you.
    No they wouldn't!

    I would hide it amongst hundreds of other poems. :)


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 468 ✭✭godspal


    Dylan Thomas, T.S. Eliot, William Carlos Williams, Edgar Allen Poe, Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath, Wallace Stevens, John Keats, Allen Ginsberg.

    Lynn Hejinian's My Life is worth a read. Very Hypnotic.
    Use to like William Wordsworth until I read Keats, far superior.
    Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales is amazing.
    Sir Gawain and the Green Knight for anybody else who likes middle-English poetry. (and to be honest I really enjoyed this.)
    Very impressed by anything I have read by Alexander Pope, but since I haven't really read that much by him...
    Milton and Baudelaire are two I have been meaning to read. And I have read bits and bobs of Yeats early stuff (which reek of Romantic structure and tone, which I don't really like in Modernist poets.) but I have been meaning to read The Tower for quiet some time, but can't get just an edition of this book (I am a bit reluctant to hand out e30 for a poet I haven't been impressed by so far.)
    Joyce's poems are amazing too, so deliberate and precise.
    Finally I will finish with the Big Daddy, the most influential poet of the 20th Century, Ezra Pound. I really haven't made my mind up on him yet... He has some amazingly evocative poems, but conversely has these underwhelming anti-semitic poems in his Cantos. Anyone able to point me to some of his works that might lean me either direction?


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    ee cummings, WB Yeats and Dylan Thomas




    ee cummings... I like my body Yeats... When your are old


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4 Sempronia


    W.B.Yeats and his favorite poet, Wiliam Blake; Homer; Virgil; Catullus; Chaucer; who ever wrote "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Pearl; Pablo Neruda; Octavio Paz; Baudelaire; Rilke; Shakespeare; Villion; Mallarme; Dante; Petrarch; e.e. cummings; Wallace Stevens; Sappho; Aeschylus; Sophocles; Euripedes; Vyasa; Keats; Coleridge; early Wordsworth; Browning; Maya Angelou; Toni Morrison; Kit Marlowe and his mighty line; Eliot Yevtushenko; Frost; Goethe . . . so many poets, too little time.

    O body swayed to music, O brightening glance:
    How can we know the dancer from the dance?


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 611 ✭✭✭MonicaBing


    For me its anything by Robert Frost, i espec love, ''I stopped by the woods of a snowy evening'', and Yeat's always has a special place in my heart with ''The Cloths of Heav'n'' and The Second Coming''. I love Kipling's If as well...


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,737 ✭✭✭BroomBurner


    My favourite poem is The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson. It was like a little shaft of golden light during a very grey year of childhood and will always be uplifting.

    Philip Larkin and Edgar Allen Poe are also favourites.

    Anyone write their own stuff? Maybe we could have a Poetry Corner ;)

    EDIT: Maybe a sticky in Creative Writing??


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 8,004 ✭✭✭Ann22


    I love Walter De La Mare's 'Silver' -

    'Slowly, silently now the moon,
    walks the night in her silver shoon.
    This way and that she peers and sees
    silver fruit upon silver trees'...
    the last two lines are magical-
    'and moveless fish in the water gleam, by silver reeds in a silver stream'

    I also love Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' and Kavanagh's 'A Christmas Childhood'...'My father played the melodian outside at our gate, there were stars in the morning east and they danced to his music'....and 'in silver, the wonder of a Christmas townland, the winking glitter of a frosty dawn'...ah!
    I also like Oliver Goldsmith's 'The village schoolmaster'..'a man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well and every truant knew'.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 637 ✭✭✭Lizzykins


    I love Patrick Kavanagh and Oscar Wilde. Also possibly as a throwback to school in the late 70s anything by Hopkins. I'm not much of a Yeats fan but maybe I just never liked the man as a character.

    Slightly off topic I took a look at one of my kid's school poetry book and I hardly recognised a poet in it!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4 Sempronia


    Thanks for reminding me of Robert Frost. He was indeed one of the great poets of all time. Many moons ago, I took at Graduate Seminar called "Frost and His Contemporaries, and I took it only because the professor was my mentor and he was friendly with Frost until Frost's death. My prof told so many anecdotes about Frost which kept everyone interested.

    I gained so much insight into the poet everyone seems merelly to tolerate because they think of Frost's poet the same way they view Norman Rockwell's kitzchy paintings. But the two could not be more different!

    You've also reminded me that I also love some of Pound, Muriel Rukeyser, and William Carlos Williams.

    Slán.

    Sempronia


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 92 ✭✭zesman


    Patrick Kavanagh, Michael Hartnett sometimes Yeats. Even though he's not really known as a poet Dermot Bolger. Also Raymond Carver has written some wonderful poems. Bosnian poet Semezdin Mehmedinovic for the collection Sarajevo Blues. Lorca for his gypsy poetry.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 124 ✭✭BertrandMeyer


    Definitely Edgar Allan Poe.


    The Velvet on the Floor

    Distinctly I whispered
    Unmerciful disaster awoken
    Eagerly I had sought to hear
    Discourse so aptly spoken

    The darkness gave no black plume
    This mystery explore
    Something at ease, reclining
    Whose fiery eyes did bore...


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 7,046 ✭✭✭eZe^


    Oscar Wilde, definitely.


    My limbs are wasted with a flame,
    My feet are sore with travelling,
    For, calling on my Lady's name,
    My lips have now forgot to sing.

    O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
    Strain for my Love thy melody,
    O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
    My gentle Lady passeth by.

    She is too fair for any man
    To see or hold his heart's delight,
    Fairer than Queen or courtesan
    Or moonlit water in the night.

    Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
    (Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
    Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
    Of autumn corn are not more fair.

    Her little lips, more made to kiss
    Than to cry bitterly for pain,
    Are tremulous as brook-water is,
    Or roses after evening rain.

    Her neck is like white melilote
    Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
    The throbbing of the linnet's throat
    Is not so sweet to look upon.

    As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
    White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
    Her cheeks are as the fading stain
    Where the peach reddens to the south.

    O twining hands! O delicate
    White body made for love and pain!
    O House of love! O desolate
    Pale flower beaten by the rain!


  • Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 9,768 Mod ✭✭✭✭Manach


    I'd perfer the simplier sorts: Kipling, Browning, Scott, & Cameron.

    Recessional - Kipling
    Far-called, our navies melt away;
    On dune and headland sinks the fire:
    Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
    Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
    Judge of the Nations, spare us yet.
    Lest we forget - lest we forget!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 78 ✭✭Rascaduanok


    All–time favourite poets of mine:
    • William Shakespeare
    • Muhammad Iqbal
    • Hart Crane
    • TS Eliot


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