Favorite Poet?

[chicago]

Edward Gorey was kind of a poet...and Shel Silverstein...and ROLLINS! Also - Dr. Suess.

Love Gorey

 

[Wildtime]

Favorite Poet? But, there are so many

I've been influenced or moved by a lot of poets, including: Homer, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Blake, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg. However, I always return to this one:

A Hymn: O God of Earth and Altar
by G.K. Chesterton

O God of earth and altar,

Bow down and hear our cry,

Our earthly rulers falter,

Our people drift and die;

The walls of gold entomb us,

The swords of scorn divide,

Take not thy thunder from us,

But take away our pride.



From all that terror teaches,

From lies of tongue and pen,

From all the easy speeches

That comfort cruel men,

From sale and profanation

Of honour and the sword,

From sleep and from damnation,

Deliver us, good Lord.



Tie in a living tether

The prince and priest and thrall,

Bind all our lives together,

Smite us and save us all;

In ire and exultation

Aflame with faith, and free,

Lift up a living nation,

A single sword to thee.

 

[kopfhorer]

Edward Gorey was kind of a poet...and Shel Silverstein...and ROLLINS! Also - Dr. Suess.

Been a Gorey fan for many years now. And while the great Henry Rollins might not be a poet per se, he can sure rock the written word when he wants to!

 

[rwd1731]

Edgar Lee Masters, with appreciation for certain poems by Rudyard Kipling, Oscar Wilde, Thomas Macaulay, and Thomas Moore.

 

[BlasterMaster]

Robert Frost was always a favorite of mine. 😀

 

[DontAskJusTckle]

All this talk about poetry reminds me of a joke I once heard.

Two poets die in the same car crash, and now stand before St. Peter at the Gates of Heaven.

Peter: "We got a little problem here. You see, I got only one open slot for poets. One o' yous will have to wait in Purgatory until another slot opens up."

There was a brief uncomfortable silence.

Peter: "Okay, I think the fair thing to do here is to have a contest. I want both o' yous to write a short poem that contains the word, Timbuktu. You have five minutes."

The two poets work in silent concentration. Five minutes pass.

Peter: "Okay, times up. Let's start with you. First guy. Whaddya got?"

The first poet cleared his throat and recited...

I visited the desert lands
And gazed upon the shimmering sands.
A caravan was passing through,
Its destination, Timbuktu.​

Peter: "Heyyy! That's not bad at all! Okay, second guy. Whaddya got?"

The second poet cleared his throat and recited...

Tim and I a-hunting went
And spied three maidens in a tent.
Since they were three and we were two,
I buck one and Timbuktu!​

 

[giggleBrat]

Rumi

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

If Anyone Asks of You/Like This (written panty-remover)

http://www.rumi.org.uk/love_poems.html#IfAnyoneAsksYou