Poets

>>9466274

The only poetry I actually like are ancient epic poems and Manfred by Lord Byron.

>>9466274
English Romantic poetry. Walt Whitman. Robert Frost. Gregory Corso and Frank O'Hara for fun.

Eliot and Pound as of late.

>>9466493
I like Pound's poetry, but reading about his personality always makes me mad. Wish I could go back in time and fuck him up.

>>9466274
I can only stomach stuff like Eliot, Frost, and Hemingway. Whitman's alright, but I think it's "babby's first poet" tier.

I'm just really bad at writing/reading poetry. FUCK off OP, stop reminding me of my failures you fucking cunt.

>>9466503
>Willingly pisses off anyone who tries to correct him
i feel like i should hate him but i cant

My nigger Apollinaire. Alcools is great.

Rimjaub

the poets i get after i search 'best poems' in google

Hughes, Hardy, Frost, Larkin, Chapman and Owen. Plus the metaphysical poets, obviously.

>>9466274
I'm an absolute barbarian, only having read Wordsworth and T.S. Eliot (these are the only ones I remember, thusly the only ones worth mentioning), could anyone point me into the right direction?

Tang dynasty poets;
Georg Trakl;
19th c French chaps...

>>9466274

Tennyson
Goethe
Pound
Yeats

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A High-Toned Old Christian Woman

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began. Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.

>>9467038
>Wordsworth
Read literally any other Romantic poet. Wordsworth was a hack.

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>>9466274
English poets, largely from the long 18th century (obvious exception being Shakespeare).
John Wilmot (CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED AND UNDER-READ)
Dryden, Pope, Swift, Blake, Shelley, Byron, Keats, etc.

Still kind of a prosody noob but the great thing about the aforementioned if their beautiful, even to the uninitiated. The more or learn, the more I appreciate.
Honorary mention to these here.
>>9467151
bit mean but not wholly untrue.

>>9466274
Verlaine, Rimbaud, Apollinaire, Prévert, Wordsworth, Whitman, Shelley, Cummings, Plath, Kipling, Yeats, Byron are some of my favourites.

>>9467235
I really need to step up my French game, with the amount of poetry it will open up

is there any good poet for absolute beginner?

Miljković, Nastasijević, Crnjanski, Ilić, Rimbaud, Baudelaire.
It's Serbian realism and neosymbolism/surrealism, with French symbolism.

>>9467137
muh dude. Wallace Stevens is my favorite writer. I just love him so much. If you have the time, read Wallace Stevens: A Spiritual Poet in a Secular Age. It's pretty much a butthurt catholic wishing Stevens was on his side. Oh and read Things Merely Are: Philosophy in the Poetry of Wallace Stevens. It's amazing. If you have soulseek, both are on there.

But as of lately, I've really been into Denise Levertov. She's just so amazing. He utilization of free verse reminds me of Whitman, but far less annoying.

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>>9467380
forgot to post this
>>9467263
Shel Silverstein. You think I'm kidding, but I'm really not.

>>9466274
Lately, Bukowski. Recently,
Rumi.

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>>9466503
>Whitman's alright, but I think it's "babby's first poet" tier.
this is because you know nothing about poetry. Whitman is "baby's first" yet Frost and Hemingway aren't? please

Been reading almost exclusively Robert Creeley for the past few days. Here's one of his most famous poems - to understand him better one should keep in mind a lot of his early work (this is an earlyish poem) is in large part about the "activity of writing" as he called it.

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.

I love Coleridge. Does that make me a pleb?

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
Where Alph the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea

>>9466274
poetry seem inserting where should I start?

>>9467495
>>9467536
I love you both so much.

>>9466274
Neruda, Brecht, Tucholsky

>>9466274
The good ones.

George, Rilke

>>9467578
Hah! Pleb. A true patrician only reads the worst poets.

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Blake, Milton, and Dante

>>9467351
>Miljković
Maj nigr.

Can someone recommend me some good American poets? I've read a lot of English poetry, but little from the States.

Lately I've been fucking with Shakespeare's sonnets. Cool stuff. Want to get more into English language poetry. Where should I go from Sex Spear? English ain't my native language but I can understand most of the sonnets.

>>9467692
Stevens, WCW, Frost and Crane
Eliot, HD and Pound if you consider them American.

Robinson Jeffers
Dylan Thomas

>>9467855
we would make great friends.

>>9466503
>>9467432
Both Frost and Whitman are good entry level poets but they have plenty of depth for a more advanced reader

>>9467137
My man.

The Idea of Order at Key West

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew
It was the spirit that we sought and knew
That we should ask this often as she sang.

If it was only the dark voice of the sea
That rose, or even colored by many waves;
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,
However clear, it would have been deep air,
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound
Repeated in a summer without end
And sound alone. But it was more than that,
More even than her voice, and ours, among
The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres
Of sky and sea.

It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
Why, when the singing ended and we turned
Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,
The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,
As the night descended, tilting in the air,
Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,
Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,
Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.

Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

who else /DHLAWRENCE/ here

Into Gottfried Benn lately. Not sure he has a wide readership among readers of English. Was affiliated with the Reich for a while, and some of his stuff is rather disturbing.

>>9468002
I love his poetry, very underrated. He's a much better poet than novelist imo.
Favorite poems? My favorites are figs and Bavarian gentians.

>>9468040
I bought this massive anthology of his poems along with several of his novels but Ive only really dug as far his rhyming poetry so, I like 'Virgin Youth' where he compares he boner to the column of flame by night, (which im just now realizing is what guided the jews out of the desert), `love on the farm' is good.

His novels are pretty far down on my backlog but maybe Ill have a crack at it after east of eden, after the good book.

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Ginsberg, Whitman, Blake, various anthologies

A Supermarket in California
Allen Ginsberg, 1926 - 1997

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

—Berkeley, 1955

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>>9467947
I have this printed on and pinned above my desk. It's my motivation. Oh, and this too.

Cesárea Tinajero

>>9468143
the older I get, the more I can't stand Ginsberg or beats in general. It's just so fucking surface.

>>9468166
Keep telling yourself that

I'm an absolute turbo-pleb when it comes to poetry. I only like rhyming, narrative poetry like Rime of the Ancient Mariner, or Lays of Ancient Rome.

>>9468170
Don't get me wrong, he's still great. I think Reality Sandwiches is probably the best thing he's ever put out, but overall, he's a bit surface sometimes.

>>9468191
Don't worry. That's how it usually starts. First exposure to poetry for many are the classic three quatrains, or even sonnets. (Shakespearean or French).
Later, if your interest in poetry broadens, you'll start appreciating classical verse -- hexameters and pentameters . . .
It's difficult to step into free verse (for me it was) because the learned poetry is extremely well-understood (with respect to meter and rhyme), and because great poetry 'just flows' many don't try understanding meter; free verse (GOOD free verse, let me say -- no 'experimental' Kauresque or similar) relies strongly on metrical patterns, or speech patterns.
The logical step from bound, to free verse is the poem in prose. But start slow.

>>9466503

What? Pound personality was the best! Why would you want to fuck him up? He wore sombreros, for fuck's sake

Rupi kaur

>>9468241
delete this right now

Keats
Yeats
Plath
Elizabeth Bishop

>>9468241
Step one- find a big building
Step two- find an open window on the top floor
step three- throw yourself or the book out the window.

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Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.
Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare
Of yestertempest's creases; | in pool and rut peel parches
Squandering ooze to squeezed | dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches
Squadroned masks and manmarks | treadmire toil there
Footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, | nature's bonfire burns on.
But quench her bonniest, dearest | to her, her clearest-selvèd spark
Man, how fast his firedint, | his mark on mind, is gone!
Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark
Drowned. O pity and indig | nation! Manshape, that shone
Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black out; nor mark
Is any of him at all so stark
But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,
A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, | joyless days, dejection.
Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; | world's wildfire, leave but ash:
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.

Pessoa, Joao Cabral de Melo Neto, Shelley, Stevens, Hardy

Michael Robbins anyone?

Is there a good book for intro to poetry, or should I just read the relevant Wikipedia articles?

Also, will likely pick up some Dickinson and Eliot for my first serious foray into poetry, hope you agree.

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>>9468337
You can find these used pretty cheap, older editions etc. Pretty good intro with explains meter etc., quality paper (because they are actually small college textbooks) and a great selection of poems (my 5th edition has over 300 poems). I found mine at a Goodwill.

>>9467495
>sd
>yr
What the fuck is the point of this? Or of the whole poem, for that matter? I feel so stupid sometimes when I read poetry like this: apparently straightforward language, but the whole thing doesn't seem to mean anything to me, nothing makes sense. I get this feeling usually when I try to read Wallace Stevens or Hart Crane or Eliot, but not for all the poems I tried. Some of them click, at least in part. This one though, if you ignore the random (or so it seems to me) like breaks, sounds like a very short prose text (I cannot discern any metre or rhyme) extracted from a larger text and pretty much meaningless outside its context. I just don't get it.

>>9468191
>Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Good taste.
Her lips were red, her looks were free
Her hair was yellow as gold
Her skin was white as leprosy
The night mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she
Who thicks men's blood with cold.

>>9466503
Hemingway's poetry is absolute shit. It's Jim Morrison tier trash.

>>9468397
you're overthinking it, anon. not everything has to be symbolic. remember that poems are meant to be read out loud and heard. i'm pretty sure here that creely spelled like this to imitate speech--often times we pronounces words without vowels and you can imagine "said" pronounced with a hiss and a "d" sound without the standard "eh" vowel sound, and same goes for "your" pronounced as a growl in the throat.

i think it's pretty clear that the poem's narrator is lower class, maybe drunk, and recounting a time he was bullshitting with his friend. it gives character to the speakers as well, since "yr" is more of a growling sound than "your," it emphasizes the fact that John is admonishing the speaker

Bob Dylan, W.H Auden, Wilde, Woodsworth, Dickinson.

>>9467263
4chanlit.wikia.com/poetry

>>9467263
A. E. Housman

>>9468337 see
>>9468765

why would you start with Eliot, a poet whose own work was a reaction to what came before it?

>>9468776
what the fuck
Eliot's work was partially a reaction to what came before him (as all work tends to be) but more than anything it was as a reaction to modern society and how he saw it. Eliot uses a shitload of allusions in his poems, sure, but you can get a lot from his work without knowing everything he references.

>>9467192
>Dryden
My nigga

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Who else /Chaucer/ here?

>>9468845
if someone's stupid enough to do it, go ahead and read Eliot first and realize you know nothing about what you're reading. it's contextual reading, why on earth would you ever encourage somebody to start with 20th century poetry? oh yeah, because you're stupid, that's why.

>>9468989
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

>>9468989
the other anons right more or less
you will of course miss out on a lot of the meaning if you start with Eliot without knowing anything, but a readthrough of the wikipedia page is enough to let someone understand the fundementals of what Eliot was doing. If a poem can't be appreciated on some level by the layman it will not survive. Just because Eliot has many obscure allusions does not detract from the visceral aesthetic impact of his style, this goes for all canonised poets.

Leopardi, Szymborska, Larkin, Pound, Martinsson, Crane, Miłosz, Tranströmer, Byron, random Anglo-Saxon poetry

>>9466283
Thoughts on the Aeneid?

>>9469399
Fan fiction.

>>9468234
The whole anti-semitic fascist thing is a pretty big turn off

>>9469406
Pretty good as far as fanfics go, I'd say

>>9467855
Pretty much true

Chaeles simic

>>9469478
I like Simic he's great, have you read anything from The Lunatic?

>>9467151
I like the 1805 version of The Prelude. He is my least favorite English Romantic poet though.

>>9468954
I took a class on Canterbury Tales. The professor was strict about pronunciation but it was really smart and a lot of fun. She had a tight little ass too.

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The Sleeper

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin moulders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!

Oh, lady bright! can it be right—
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop—
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully—so fearfully—
Above the closed and fringéd lid
’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
That, o’er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o’er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold—
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
And wingéd pannels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls
Of her grand family funerals—

Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portals she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone—
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

>Why wasn't I here sooner?

>>9466274
Eliot and Yeats are favourites of mine, but I also like the romantics, Blake in particular. Frost is also nice

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serious question: how do you (personally) read poetry? I usually read novels or drama and I never really know how to approach poems. How many times should I read a poem? How do I choose what to read from a given poet's collected works? I guess I'm just asking for tips

>>9469599
Yeah read it aloud if you can

Uberpleb here. Literally the only poems I've liked enough to read multiple times are Eliot's Prufrock, Blake's The Tyger, and Houseman's Blue Remembered Hills (I don't think it has an actual title). Any recommendations?

>>9469555
>"strict"
>not "anal"

c'mon anon

>>9467495
My uni library had a collection of Creeley but whenever I looked at his poems they felt mediocre. Should I give him another chance?

>>9467536
Coleridge is patrish, bud.

>>9468166
It's actually been the opposite for me desu

Hopkins and Donne are my favorites

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Gary Snyder

Riprap

Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles --
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.

Poetry is for faggots, your dads should have smacked you more

>>9469782
Go read your genre fiction

>>9467192
>John Wilmot
My nigga

>>9469690
I'm a big fan of him and he's without a doubt one of the most influential post-WWII American poets but if you don't love his work, well, that's alright. His collected from 1975 and after is less meta than his earlier stuff.
He's the successor to Pound, Williams, and Zukofsky. If you like those three he is 100% worth getting into.

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Song to Be Spoken, Not Sung


Say snow drifting through some small town at dusk,
And listen to the syllables die in your bare room
Like snow drifting through some small town at dusk.

Say Fall, rain! as the rain falls down on you
But know it would have fallen anyway.

Say this world and let it be enough, for once.

Say the drunk dancing in the middle of the intersection
At three in the morning didn’t have to go on
Turning green, then yellow, then red, then green again.

Say you didn’t have to feel the one you love
Grow distant in the parentheses of your arms.

Say this life and let it be enough, for once.

>>9466274
My personal favorites are Rimbaud, Catullus, Frost, Ginsberg, Dickinson, Tzara, and Donne

Li Bai, Wang Wei, Li Shangyin, Su Dongpo.
Aloysius Bertrand, Nerval, Tristan Corbière.

Here's another Creeley poem I just read and love.

It feels things
are muddled again
when I wanted
my head straight--

in this empty place,
people sleeping, light
from another person
reading lets me see.

That's talking about it.
This is--this is
where I've been before
and now don't want to go back to.

-

No blaming anyone,
nothing I can't do,
nowhere to be happy
but where I am.

-

Plans--the next
six months
all arranged.

-

You can see her face,
hear her voice,
hope it's happy.

>>9472005
Oh, the poem is called "Later" and is out of his book "Hello"

Maximus, to Himself

I have had to learn the simplest things
last. Which made for difficulties.
Even at sea I was slow, to get the hand out, or to cross
a wet deck.
The sea was not, finally, my trade.
But even my trade, at it, I stood estranged
from that which was most familiar. Was delayed,
and not content with the man’s argument
that such postponement
is now the nature of
obedience,
that we are all late
in a slow time,
that we grow up many
And the single
is not easily
known

It could be, though the sharpness (the achiote)
I note in others,
makes more sense
than my own distances. The agilities

they show daily
who do the world’s
businesses
And who do nature’s
as I have no sense
I have done either

I have made dialogues,
have discussed ancient texts,
have thrown what light I could, offered
what pleasures
doceat allows

But the known?
This, I have had to be given,
a life, love, and from one man
the world.
Tokens.
But sitting here
I look out as a wind
and water man, testing
And missing
some proof

I know the quarters
of the weather, where it comes from,
where it goes. But the stem of me,
this I took from their welcome,
or their rejection, of me

And my arrogance
was neither diminished
nor increased,
by the communication


2

It is undone business
I speak of, this morning,
with the sea
stretching out
from my feet

-Charles Olson

"Let Me Put My Poems Inside You" by Chazz Michael Michaels

>>9469658
your taste is all over the place and I doubt you will get any recs, just read a poem anthology

>>9466274
None cuz im not an absolute faggot

>>9471671
Are you me?

>>9466503
Pound's personality is perfect.

>>9472542
Agreed - first of all, antisemitism was prominent in post-WWI Europe (and America), so knocking him for that is stupid. His embrace of fascism was his reaction to capitalism; he believed capitalism was destroying art and that fascism would save it. Everything he did in his life was for the sake of great art.
I like his prose and his early poetry, but I really can't get behind the Cantos. In a Station of the Metro is my favorite poem by him and encapsulates imagism perfectly.

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in a crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

>>9466503
>another nu-male virgin threatening to kill right wing people from his mommies basement

>>9473291
>another one of these posts

>>9468313
My nigga

>>9468153
pleb

>>9468170

>Keep telling yourself that

He's absolutely right, you Reddit pleb. The beats were surface horseshit.

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So Bloom calls John Ashbery the greatest living American poet.

WTF does his shit even mean? I cannot decipher it for the life of me

Here is some of "Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror"

As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
Fur, pleated muslin, a coral ring run together
In a movement supporting the face, which swims
Toward and away like the hand
Except that it is in repose. It is what is
Sequestered. Vasari says, "Francesco one day set himself
To take his own portrait, looking at himself from that purpose
In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers . . .
He accordingly caused a ball of wood to be made
By a turner, and having divided it in half and
Brought it to the size of the mirror, he set himself
With great art to copy all that he saw in the glass,"
Chiefly his reflection, of which the portrait
Is the reflection, of which the portrait
Is the reflection once removed.
The glass chose to reflect only what he saw
Which was enough for his purpose: his image
Glazed, embalmed, projected at a 180-degree angle.
The time of day or the density of the light
Adhering to the face keeps it
Lively and intact in a recurring wave
Of arrival. The soul establishes itself.
But how far can it swim out through the eyes
And still return safely to its nest? The surface
Of the mirror being convex, the distance increases
Significantly; that is, enough to make the point
That the soul is a captive, treated humanely, kept
In suspension, unable to advance much farther
Than your look as it intercepts the picture.
Pope Clement and his court were "stupefied"
By it, according to Vasari, and promised a commission
That never materialized. The soul has to stay where it is,
Even though restless, hearing raindrops at the pane,
The sighing of autumn leaves thrashed by the wind,
Longing to be free, outside, but it must stay
Posing in this place. It must move
As little as possible. This is what the portrait says.
But there is in that gaze a combination
Of tenderness, amusement and regret, so powerful
In its restraint that one cannot look for long.
The secret is too plain. The pity of it smarts,
Makes hot tears spurt: that the soul is not a soul,
Has no secret, is small, and it fits
Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
That is the tune but there are no words.
The words are only speculation
(From the Latin speculum, mirror):
They seek and cannot find the meaning of the music.
We see only postures of the dream,
Riders of the motion that swings the face
Into view under evening skies, with no
False disarray as proof of authenticity.
But it is life englobed.

>>9466274
Ranked according to preference:

Biblical Poetry (Psalms & Song of Songs)
W. B. Yeats
Sappho
Basho
Shakespeare
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Oshikochi no Mitsune
E. E. Cummings
Catullus

>there are others, but these I return to often.

>>9466274
rilke, shakespeare, donne, pound, stevens, eliot, crane, yeats

Where's the love for Frank O'Hara in this poem?

Edgar Allen Poe(t)

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>>9469407
Yeah bro! FUCK FASCISM and FUCK ANTISEMITISM

>>9472542
He was a psued.

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Why exactly is Shelley so popular and acclaimed? I love Blake, Wordsworth, and Coleridge, but I really just can't get into Shelley.

His thought rings very false to me, like an affected sensitivity and naïveté that is unbecoming for a grown man. His poems sound whiny and rhetorical to me. Is there something I'm missing here?

I like reading poetry, but my biggest problem with it is that it is often hard to find ebooks, and it is hard to get books of even popular poets in English where I live. Does anyone knows good sites with poetry ebooks other than bookzz or libgen?

>>9474490
What confuses you?

Is this all you have read, or have you completed the poem?

>>9476142
True

>>9476180
Read more Keats

John Berryman anyone?

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I had to memorize like 15 of his poems in high school.
I only like Keats because I had to be hammered in to like him.

>>9474472
Surface level doesn't mean bad. Eliot, Whitman, Dickens and countless others are all "surface" level.

Federico garcia lorca
Pablo neruda
Ted hughes
Sylvia plath
Walt whitman

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>>9469148
>If a poem can't be appreciated on some level by the layman it will not survive.
the year is 2017 if you'd forgotten. laymen don't read poetry. very few people in the 21st century can appreciate a poem in any way, and the few who do are hardly laymen.
>Just because Eliot has many obscure allusions does not detract from the visceral aesthetic impact of his style, this goes for all canonised poets.
what a superficial appreciation of a poem, and especially ironic that it'd be eliot's in question considering the nature of that era's poetry. the sort of lumberjack to save the bark and toss the heartwood.

>>9469599
however you want. there's no right or wrong way to read a poem, technically. you don't have to pretend to like something if it doesn't click for you. read out loud, read as many times as you can before you get bored. 4chanlit.wikia.com/poetry

>>9469658
i'd recommend not showing up a millenium late to the party. there's reading poetry and there's "reading poetry". it's up to you, if you choose the latter read more high romanticists because that type always enjoys high romanticism; it's easy to ready and focuses on pretty nature.

>>9476192
what are you struggling to get? how are you searching for work? it's easier to search "collected poems of ___" than it is a volume of poetry unless it's a famous book like white buildings or sonnets to orpheus, which are the only cases you really need to read individual books in the first place for the relevancy of progression or selection.

Frank O’hara
Ron Padgett
Alice Notley
Alfred Starr Hamilton
Thomas Merton
WCW
Don Marquis
Sparrow
Mike Topp
Lorca
Roberto Bolano
Nicanor Parra
Dean Young
David Mcgimpsey
Gwendolyn Macewen
John Dolan
Frank Stanford
Peter Redgrove
Ted Hughes
Basil Bunting
John Montague
Christina Rossetti
William Blake
William Morris
Byron
+ local poets my age and more whose books aren't in front of me.

>>9466503
Not like you'll read this but I couldn't pass your post without telling you what a pathetic idiot you are.

>>9480551
Good taste, anon. I enjoy Bolaño's prose but I don't love his poetry. Ron Padgett is great, did you know he wrote the poetry for the movie Paterson?

The local poets you know, are they mostly formal or free?

James Merrill, Frank O'Hara, Elizabeth Bishop, & Anne Carson

>>9466274
Tupac Shakur

>>9480628
Most people say that, Bolano is good at mimicking styles though. There is a movie about Paterson? As in, WCWs epic? Wtf.

Both. My best friend writes sonnets, sestinas, and Hughes style lines with lots of internal rhyme. There are some alt-lit kids who write totally free but some of the older guys are strictly into heroic forms. It's really a mixed bag.

>>9481077
I think it's inspired by Paterson, it isn't about the poem itself

>>9482626
yeah, I googled it. looks interesting but I really want a WCW biopic. fuck keats.

>>>72672777

>>9468002
Yaaaaaaaas

>all these anglo """"poets""""
>only one mention of leopardi
>only two mentions of rilke

ree

>>9483690
I feel ya bro but poetry is extremely hard to translate and most translations aren't that good.

>>9483690
That's because most people here are Anglo's and can't read another language.

>>9483692
I partially agree, but lately I think it really isn't that bad. It depends on the length of the work too, but I feel like it's possible for the central themes and feelings of poetry to survive translation. But again, this works better for long-form poetry.

>>9483700
I can accept that. the older I get the more I think there is no "good", just taste. however, what translators find interesting and what readers find interesting are rarely the same thing.

>>9483713
Have you read the Illiad?

>>9483748
Yeah + Christopher Logue's take and I'm excited to read John Dolan's take. Fangles, Reiu, and Lattimore I can take or leave. (never finished Reiu or Lattimore).

>>9466274
If this thread is still active at all, how do you go from poet to poet? Suggestions by those you know to be knowledgeable regarding the subject? References in the literature you are already reading?
Also, how do you form a critical opinion about poets and poems if you're not acquainted with poems at all?

>>9483809
Become acquainted with poems

Jaufre Rudel
Keats
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Domingos Caldas Barbosa
Olavo Bilac
Paulo Leminski
Gonçalves de Magalhães

>>9484848

Dickinson and Rainer Maria Rilke too.

Is Byron pleb or patrician tier?

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>>9485515
whatever you want until you ask, then it immediately discredits anything you have to say by nature of even making a distinction as trite as that in the first place so it doesn't matter who you read

>>9483690
Leopardi and Rilke are shit tier

Try Dante and Goethe

>>9485742
That sounds like something a pleb would say.
A pleb who has lost his Shift key, apparently.

>>9485760

Anyone who's not a total brainlet has already finished reading Dante and Goethe long ago.

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>>9485760
rilke is one of the most important authors of the 20th century, second to joyce. if you don't speak german don't bother sharing your opinion

>>9466274
Rustaveli and Longfellow