Who is you're favorite poet and why? My favorite poet is fernando pessoa, because frankly I try other poets and they don't really make sense to me. Pessoas work can be very profound and beautiful, and there's scarcely a work I've read by him which was overly laden with references I don't know. I wouldn't call his work simple by any stretch, but it's not something you need to have read various canonical works to understand.
Who is you're favorite poet and why? My favorite poet is fernando pessoa...
Jonathan Robinson
Evan Watson
>sad bourgeois that spilled rivers of ink about how much of a loser he was
Dreadful type of literature.
Austin Stewart
Wallace Stevens
Sebastian Martinez
Mine's haiku poster;
Maverick in his methods,
And doesn't afraid
Ryan Jenkins
Eugenio Montale
Colton Edwards
>Dreadful type of literature.
whatsa matta you?
Colton Brooks
Leave this board.
Ryder Cruz
Alfred Starr Hamilton. He writes like no other.
Austin Rogers
I don't really get or enjoy poetry.
The only poem I ever liked was Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
David Lopez
Pleb
Robert Bailey
this !! nice to see him mentioned
Joseph Martinez
they call me pleb
yet i post anyway
but
judicious white spaces can turn
the lowliest pleb into a
poet
Christian Cox
bump
Joshua Reyes
>Portuguese
>Not reading Herberto Helder
Nigga youwat
"Minha cabeca estremece com todo o esquecimento..."
William Thomas
>I wouldn't call his work simple by any stretch, but it's not something you need to have read various canonical works to understand.
Clearly you haven't read Mensagem.
Zachary Campbell
>Mensagem
Who is that?
Robert Butler
Melissa Lozada-Oliva, easily, because she's so very good at describing the problematic times we're living in a clever and beautiful way.
Gabriel Harris
He unironically uses the word problematic
Landon Ortiz
His magnum opus
Julian Adams
Leconte de Lisle. His Poèmes Barbares are fucking metal.
>Le coeur de Hialmar
>Une nuit claire, un vent glacé. La neige est rouge.
>Mille braves sont là qui dorment sans tombeaux,
>L'épée au poing, les yeux hagards. Pas un ne bouge.
>Au-dessus tourne et crie un vol de noirs corbeaux.
>La lune froide verse au loin sa pâle flamme.
>Hialmar se soulève entre les morts sanglants,
>Appuyé des deux mains au tronçon de sa lame.
>La pourpre du combat ruisselle de ses flancs.
>- Holà ! Quelqu'un a-t-il encore un peu d'haleine,
>Parmi tant de joyeux et robustes garçons
>Qui, ce matin, riaient et chantaient à voix pleine
>Comme des merles dans l'épaisseur des buissons ?
>Tous sont muets. Mon casque est rompu, mon armure
>Est trouée, et la hache a fait sauter ses clous.
>Mes yeux saignent. J'entends un immense murmure
>Pareil aux hurlements de la mer ou des loups.
>Viens par ici, Corbeau, mon brave mangeur d'hommes !
>Ouvre-moi la poitrine avec ton bec de fer.
>Tu nous retrouveras demain tels que nous sommes.
>Porte mon coeur tout chaud à la fille d'Ylmer.
>Au sommet de la tour que hantent les corneilles
>Tu la verras debout, blanche, aux longs cheveux noirs.
>Deux anneaux d'argent fin lui pendent aux oreilles,
>Et ses yeux sont plus clairs que l'astre des beaux soirs.
>Va, sombre messager, dis-lui bien que je l'aime,
>Et que voici mon coeur. Elle reconnaîtra
>Qu'il est rouge et solide et non tremblant et blême
>Et la fille d'Ylmer, Corbeau, te sourira !
>Moi, je meurs. Mon esprit coule par vingt blessures.
>J'ai fait mon temps. Buvez, ô loups, mon sang vermeil.
>Jeune, brave, riant, libre et sans flétrissures,
>Je vais m'asseoir parmi les Dieux, dans le soleil !
(English here: poemhunter.com
Kevin Roberts
Tossup between Tennyson, Yeats, Clare, and Cowper.
Bentley Hernandez
seamus heaney and john berryman. i love their ability to depict lust as a visceral desire, without vulgarity. hard to explain, but they are able to strike a really delicate balance between saccharine pure love and base expression of the need for sex.
John Barnes
hell yeah! who else do you like? I've always wondered about the larger taste of us A.S.H fans.
Nolan Edwards
sample?