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.
>>9346774
>sad bourgeois that spilled rivers of ink about how much of a loser he was
Dreadful type of literature.
>>9346774
Wallace Stevens
Mine's haiku poster;
Maverick in his methods,
And doesn't afraid
>>9346774
Eugenio Montale
>>9346806
>Dreadful type of literature.
whatsa matta you?
>>9346837
Leave this board.
Alfred Starr Hamilton. He writes like no other.
I don't really get or enjoy poetry.
The only poem I ever liked was Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
>>9346884
Pleb
>>9346869
this !! nice to see him mentioned
>>9346929
they call me pleb
yet i post anyway
but
judicious white spaces can turn
the lowliest pleb into a
poet
>Portuguese
>Not reading Herberto Helder
Nigga youwat
"Minha cabeca estremece com todo o esquecimento..."
>>9346774
>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.
>>9347825
>Mensagem
Who is that?
>>9346774
Melissa Lozada-Oliva, easily, because she's so very good at describing the problematic times we're living in a clever and beautiful way.
>>9348013
He unironically uses the word problematic
>>9347998
His magnum opus
https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mensagem_(livro)
>>9346774
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: https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/james-elroy-flecker/hialmar-speaks-to-the-raven-from-leconte-de-lisle/)
>>9346774
Tossup between Tennyson, Yeats, Clare, and Cowper.
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.
>>9346947
hell yeah! who else do you like? I've always wondered about the larger taste of us A.S.H fans.
>>9346774
sample?