After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?
The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
I don't know enough about American poetry to give her the title of best but she's one of my favourite poets.
The only American poet I've liked at all is Robert Frost.
>>9879246
yeah probably, american poetry is quite shit honestly but dickinson is fine
>>9879269
The American tradition is powerful and visionary, Briton's greatest of the 20th Century were our exports.
>>9879280
>Briton's greatest of the 20th Century were our exports
Also terrible.
>>9879290
Spanish is the only language comparable as a whole (although Germans have Rilke and Italians have Dante)
>>9879298
Oh, I like English poetry. I'm just not a big fan of American poetry on the whole, or later British poetry for that matter.
>>9879358
after the 19th century poetry died
>>9879246
That's notLongfellow.
>>9879246
yep