Favorite Poet?

Question

I am trying to find a poet, and a good poem of theirs, to do a paper on.

This is person and poem can be anyone in the world, even your mother. Only thing is I need to be able to find stuff on this person.

They are going to have to either have their own website, or blog, or be a famous poet.

And I am trying to look for a poet thatdoes Morbi or depressing type poetry, or maybe even love poems.

Just no one poet please that does patriotic or historical poems.

So when you answer this question please give me their full name.

Their "type" of poetry; romanctic, old english, beat, feminist, etc.

And any other info you might have about them.

Thank You!

Answer 1

Dorothy Parker's short poems, always with a kicker and great pieces. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Par...

Go to the Minstrel Archives under the Wiki entry on her, under "External Links" for the most poetry by her, most clearly written. Hers is mostly humor, with a twist of sour in the sweet. She was a complex person.

Once you're on the Minstrel Archive page, you can scroll for pages looking at other poets' work as well. I like Li Po, and some by Sylvia Plath, Gary Snyder ('beat,' but more into Buddhism too), Poe, who has a tremendous amount written about him, and of course Shakespeare. Just look around the Archive, if you like.

Answer 2

The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean—

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

also,Chloe Madison- this girl is awesome. she's 15 and rocks the written word.

check out this link and write her cause she's a great poet

http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Chloe...

Answer 3

Defiantly Edgar Allen Poe.

Answer 4

My favorites:

Billy Collins - contemporary

T.S. Eliot - modern (early twentieth century), experimental

Robert Penn Warren - twentieth century, Southern

Anne Sexton - modern, confessional, feminist

Answer 5

Edgar Allen Poe- Grief/ romance

Study a few poems like:

[Alone] About sadness and (you've ghuessed it) Loneliness

To Helen... (love poem)

The Valley Of Unrest (kinda' sad)

To One In Paradise (love)

The Raven (Stuff)

["Deep In Earth"] Two lined poem, sad

The Bells

To Helen[Whitman]

To My Mother (sad)

Or you could try another poet like "Blessing the Boats" by Lucille Clifton...love

Melvin B. Tolson who wrote "When great dogs fight"......fantasy-like

Robert Browning wrote "Life in love"...love

Wilfred Owen wrote "Dulce et Decorum est"...... interesting

George Herbert wrote religious like poetry like "Easter Wings"

Robert Frost "The road less traveled"

Emily Bronte wrote "Remembrance" Sad!

Dylan Thomas wrote "Do not go gentle into that good night" which is sad

Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote "sonnet 43" Which is romance

Did I give you a few ideas?

Answer 6

Louise Gluck

Her work is incredible. Type of poetry is hard for me to classify. She mixes her poetry up quite a bit...there are myths and parables used to discuss fairly modern topics. When she became the Poet Laureate replacing Billy Collins, she was asked how her work differed from his. Her answer was that her poems were, "probably more brutal, more disturbing, less readily accessible and charming."

Here's one she wrote called Brown Circle

BROWN CIRCLE

My mother wants to know

why, if I hate

family so much,

I went ahead and

had one.  I don’t

answer my mother.

What I hated

was being a child,

having no choice about

what people I loved.

I don’t love my son

the way I meant to love him.

I thought I’d be

the lover of orchids who finds

red trillium growing

in the pine shade, and doesn’t

touch it, doesn’t need

to possess it.  What I am

is the scientist,

who comes to that flower

with a magnifying glass

and doesn’t leave, though

the sun burns a brown

circle of grass around

the flower.  Which is

more or less the way

my mother loved me.

I must learn

to forgive my mother,

now that I am helpless

to spare my son.

Her best collection in my opinion is The Wild Iris.