Favorite Poets, I'm sure you all have at least one, maybe two, maybe more! |
Favorite Poets, I'm sure you all have at least one, maybe two, maybe more! |
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Aug 3 2007, 10:39 AM
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My personal favorite is Dorothy Parker. She has such wit and biting sarcasm and a unique style, especially for her day and age. She was happy in her unhappiness, a total walking contradiction. She was one of the first writers of The New Yorker.
I could really go on for days. She has been a constant source of inspiration, both as a brilliant writer and as a woman of strength and undeniable character. One of my favorite poems: Bohemia Authors and actors and artists and such Never know nothing, and never know much. Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney. Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks Start off from anywhere, end up at sex. Diarists, critics, and similar roe Never say nothing, and never say no. People Who Do Things exceed my endurance; God, for a man that solicits insurance! For more information: Dorothy Parker Society List yours if you have favorites (I'm sure someone has to!) If you could, write a little about them. What makes them your favorite? Have they inspired you? Perhaps share a favorite poem. (I'm sure this has been done before, but a fresh one isn't such a terrible thing, is it?) |
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Aug 11 2007, 03:21 PM
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Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand. All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. |
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superstitious Favorite Poets Aug 3 2007, 10:39 AM
mzkandi Emily Dickinson
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superstitious QUOTE(doiink @ Aug 4 2007, 01:06 PM) oops... Aug 5 2007, 07:19 AM
1angel3 I like Emily Dickinson, I read some of her in scho... Aug 5 2007, 04:58 PM
SoEffinMajor i've always loved Langston Hughes, my favorite... Aug 8 2007, 10:17 PM
Michelle QUOTE(xoxo_proud @ Aug 11 2007, 02:21 PM)... Aug 11 2007, 03:23 PM
blacknailpolish ^^ I agree, Sylvia Plath...incredible.
I also do ... Aug 12 2007, 02:54 PM![]() ![]() |