Favorite poet(s)?


I haven’t been reading poetry for a while, but I used to keep the complete works of Dylan Thomas (my favorite) and Emily Dickinson (second favorite) in my bathroom, so I could read a poem or two while I did my business. I don’t seem to have either book anymore, don’t know what happened to them.

I probably lent them to someone and never got them back, that’s happened with a few of my books.

I really like Edgar Allan Poe’s poetry, as well, though he was more than a poet. I had a nice hardcover complete works of Poe that I got for just a few dollars at a secondhand bookstore, but it also seems to have disappeared.

Do you have a favorite poet?


I like Emily Dickinson. But I would put Robert Frost first on my list. I have a couple of cassette tapes with Robert Frost reading some of his poems.


Pablo Neruda, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes


Ode to The Cat by Pablo Neruda

The animals were imperfect,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
put themselves together,
making themselves a landscape,
acquiring spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat
appeared complete and proud:
he was born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what he wanted.

Man wants to be fish or fowl,
the snake would like to have wings
the dog is a disoriented lion,
the engineer would like to be a poet,
the fly studies to be a swift,
the poet tries to imitate the fly,
but the cat
only wants to be a cat
and any cat is a cat
from his whiskers to his tail,
from his hopeful vision of a rat
to the real thing,
from the night to his golden eyes.

There is no unity
like him,
the moon and the flower
do not have such context:
he is just one thing
like the sun or the topaz,
and the elastic line of his contours
is firm and subtle like
the line of a ship’s prow.
His yellow eyes
have just one
to coin the gold of night time.

Oh little
emperor without a sphere of influence
conqueror without a country,
smallest living-room tiger, nuptial
sultan of the sky,
of the erotic roof-tiles,
the wind of love
in the storm
you claim
when you pass
and place
four delicate feet
on the ground,
all that is terrestrial,
because everything
is too unclean
for the immaculate foot of the cat.

Oh independent wild beast
of the house
vestige of the night,
lazy, gymnastic
and alien,
very deep cat,
secret policeman
of bedrooms,
of a
disappeared velvet,
surely there is no
in your manner,
perhaps you are not a mystery,
everyone knows of you
and you belong
to the least mysterious inhabitant,
perhaps everyone believes it,
everyone believes himself the owner,
of a cat,
or friend
of his cat.

Not me.
I do not subscribe.
I do not know the cat.
I know it all, life and its archipelago,
the sea and the incalculable city,
the gyneceum and its frenzies,
the plus and the minus of mathematics,
the volcanic frauds of the world,
the unreal shell of the crocodile,
the unknown kindness of the fireman,
the blue atavism of the priest,
but I cannot decipher a cat.
My reason slips on his indifference,
his eyes have golden numbers.


Elizabeth Bishop :two_hearts:

The still explosions on the rocks,
the lichens, grow
by spreading, gray, concentric shocks.
They have arranged
to meet the rings around the moon, although
within our memories they have not changed.

And since the heavens will attend
as long on us,
you’ve been, dear friend,
precipitate and pragmatical;
and look what happens. For Time is
nothing if not amenable.

The shooting stars in your black hair
in bright formation
are flocking where,
so straight, so soon?
– Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,
battered and shiny like the moon.


George Carlin. He had a way with words that was sheer poetry.


William Shakespeare.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.


I am obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe…I once did a painting of edgar’s grave with the Poe toaster waving his hat from the edge of the cemetary…long story short there has been someone leaving a bottle of brandy and three roses every anniversary of his death. for decades…mysterious…anyways…I sold it and don’t have it anymore but my cousin has it and I see it when I visit her. I used to read Edgar’s complete works too. out loud…eerie stories and poems…I guess my favorite Edgar Allen Poem is “the black cat”


I think The Raven is my favorite, as we have the voice of nature speaking this sort of spell of doom, “Nevermore.”

My mom was a big Poe fan, too. “Hans Pfaal” is a decent tale of his, IMO. Sort of prefigures space travel.


I used to know a lot more about Poe’s poems when I so avidly read aloud the poems I had in the book. I also love Alan Parsons Project “tales of mystery and imagination” about Poe. using the poems as rock songs. great album you probably already know. haha @Borath


Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Coleridge

I haven’t read that much poetry. T.S. Eliot’s poetry is full of complex allusions that you need a lot of background reading to understand, which I don’t have, but I just love “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”.


@crimby you are so cool. Some day I am going to finally talk you into letting me come out there to visit…we could go out to eat , my treat…as soon as Angie finds work I could afford it. maybe just a cup of coffee and convo…you seem so cool !!


I did know Alan Parsons was into Poe, yes. My fave APP song is “Time,” where Eric Woolfson’s voice is quite soothing. Yes I like those guys. The Turn of a Friendly Card is dreamy.

Thanks for the compliment, @jukebox.


I like many, but Ginsberg is my favourite.



Get any of the translations by Daniel Ladinsky of HAFIZ especially his go at " The Gift "!

It’s my favorite book of poetry ever and continues to suprsise…


Damn Thirsty.

The fish needs to say,

"Something ain’t right about this Camel ride—

And I’m Feeling so damn Thirsty."

Enlightened poet and sufi master and amazing work!


I hear so much about Allen Ginsberg here. I’ve got his big red collection, so I guess I’d better read what I’ve been missing, you think? I only know that Whitman was a big influence on him.


@Borath I am just curious if you have been to college? you seem very well read. I see you as a intellectual anyways.


I have a BA in English, but I kept reading after I graduated. I never wanted it to end. I still spend lots of $$ on books and CDs.


I strongly recommend him. Also just my experience but I always enjoyed his work more hearing him read it over reading it printed. There’s a fair bit on YouTube if you’re into that kind of thing :slight_smile:


I knew it !! haha…yes you come off as really smart dude…good for you for being such a resource of wisdom.