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Who are your favorite poets and why?

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you fucking retard

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I chose pol specifically bc fucks weebs, "yOu FuCkInG rEtArD."

Moonman

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>Who are your favorite poets and why?

Anonymous

There once was a man from Nantucket,
. . .

And he said fuck it, I'm going to shitpost instead of actually contribute

Avril Ramona Lavigne
with her you know it's about a life lived

Justin bieber

Sk8r boi is the poem of the millennia

Maynard Keenan.

Frederic Ogden Nash

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Ezra Pound and TS Elliot are the only modern Sup Forums approved poets.

Bukowski is always the right answer:

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Ezra Pound:

"You have not had a will to maintain the Constitution or to maintain honest, just Government. And now I hear New York meat is slaughtered by Jewish Butchers - or was a decade ago. Maybe now there is less of it to slaughter, maybe all American meat is slaughtered by Jewish Butchers. Yes, 'Long-Pig' is what the Cannibals call it."

Should I get married? should I be good?

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tool sucks

Ovid.
step it up.

Kerouac
youtube.com/watch?v=l4ZDIF0RNro

...

kerouac was a fag, his focus was uninteresting.

Tool rocks

Frost and Longfellow both have some pretty great poems.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

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Tennyson, just for Ulysses.

William blake

Probably Catullus. Brought Sapphic forms to Rome to complain about napkins and to call other poets faggots. They really don't make them like the used to.

Keats

>Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse
>Be poet's or fanatics will be known
>When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave

Read Idylls of the King about Arthur.

This bad man; who funnily enough is likely incomprehensible to the 'muh Scots heritage' yanks.

drake is my favorite poet

Yeats also gets a look in :

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

90% of the posters in this thread are throwing up names of poets they read once in a mandatory college literature course.

Poetry = Pretentious.

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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson because fuck you that's why.

Frost is pretty okay too.

John Clare for the blackpilled

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Rudyard Kipling.


TAKE up the White Man's burden -
Send forth the best ye breed -
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild -
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man's burden -
In patience to abide
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden -
The savage wars of peace -
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden -
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper -
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead !

Take up the White Man's burden -
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard -
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly !) towards the light:-
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night ?"

Take up the White Man's burden -
Ye dare not stoop to less -
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man's burden -
Have done with childish days -
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers.

Rudyard Kipling
Why? Because I'm not a faggot.

>Using man's most powerful tool to communicate meaning in a structured and elegant way

>pretentious

Crawl back into your mother's womb, faggot.

Pier Paolo Pasolini.

Lmao

Good choice. Libertarian and god fearing
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It has to be Shakespeare. right?

Dante, Shakespeare, Homer...

>Shakespeare

Don't u mean francis bacon?

Doesn't have to be Shakespeare... just who your favorite poet is

WALTZING MATILDA
WALTZING MATILDA
YOU'LL COME A WALTZING MATILDA WITH ME

WHOSE THAT JOLLY JUMBUCK THAT YOU'VE GOT IN YOUR TUCKERBAG

YOU'LL COME A WALTZING MATILDA WITH ME

I am reading now Captains Courageous by Kipling, good story so far

yes it does.

i dont want to be wrong.

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Goethe

shake a speare and edgar allen poe but only cuz my teacher loved them more than i did

I redirect you to what the Swedisfag said

The Dice Man

Then I'll redirect you to my response

This lad right here. I wish people spoke Portuguese if only so they could understand him.

Odysseas Elytis, probably.

"I am of another language, sadly, and of the Secret Sun so
Those unaware of celestial matters know me not."

Forgive my plebish ways, but who? And are there any great translations?

Homer was alright

Not very much of a poetry patrician but I do like me some Wordsworth

Dylan Thomas

>american """"""""""""""""education""""""""""""""""""""

disgraceful

I'd have to say Ezra Pound.

Though Charles Olson, Ted Hughes, and Frank O'Hara are right behind him.

Who did your curriculum compose of?

>Ameridumbs

>And then my heart with pleasure fills,
>And dances with the daffodils.

good choice famalam

I don't know much poetry, but on first hearing "A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London" I knew I'd never be able to forget the effect it had on me:
>Never until the mankind making
>Bird beast and flower
>Fathering and all humbling darkness
>Tells with silence the last light breaking
>And the still hour
>Is come of the sea tumbling in harness

>And I must enter again the round
>Zion of the water bead
>And the synagogue of the ear of corn
>Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
>Or sow my salt seed
>In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

>The majesty and burning of the child’s death.
>I shall not murder
>The mankind of her going with a grave truth
>Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
>With any further
>Elegy of innocence and youth.

>Deep with the first dead lies London’s daughter,
>Robed in the long friends,
>The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
>Secret by the unmourning water
>Of the riding Thames.
>After the first death, there is no other.

This. That the same man wrote XVI and CI is unbelievable.

It's beautiful nonetheless

Bump for that

Poetry in english isn't real poetry

It has to be in a Latin based language (spanish, italian, french, for you amerifats) - Or latin or greek itself ideally

Simonides, the first poet to be paid in cash and not hospitality is interesting when you think about that event

But Sapho is prob my fave

Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus.

Because the Glorious bastard used his praetorian guard to force the Roman senate to listen to his bad poetry at swordpoint as punishment. He made them applause, too.

That's Fernando Pessoa (Portuguese), in my opinion the best poet of the Portuguese language has ever had. He wrote under several heteronyms, each with a different history, personality and outlook on life (as it showed by their poems; "Álvaro de Campos", for instance, was an anguished man, tormented by modernity and weight of existence; "Alberto Caeiro" was a simple man, very tied to Nature, with a non-nonsense outlook on life and its big questions. There are others, each with several poems), but also under his own name. He does have some English and (if I'm not mistaken) French poems, but these are not so good. He might not be the best technical poet, but then, technique alone hasn't made great poets.

There's a collection here (poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/7090/auto/0/0/Fernando-Pessoa/Theres-no-one-who-loves-me) of some of his poems (under several heteronyms), but unfortunately part of the rhyming charm is lost in translation, and not all of them are good (Ricardo Reis, in my opinion, is one of the weakest ones).

I don't know of any great translations, there most likely are, as he's a pretty celebrated poet. Here's Tobacco Shop, written in prose (sorta, I'm not good with the English terminology), written under Álvaro de Campos (ronnowpoetry.com/contents/pessoa/TobaccoShop.html) - the first stanza is, imho, specially impacting.

Sorry for the long reply. Maybe Portuguese anons could direct you better, if you're interested.

Tupac

Your reply isn't too long, it's just right. I thank you for enlightening the discussion

I didn't go to college; cause im smart

All Eyez On Me movie in the summer will be birthright a chimp out movement lol

You're not OP...

Whew, that's a relief.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire
He understood the beauty in pain and the degeneracy of the French aristocrats

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Tennyson some days, Hopkins others. You have to recognize the immortals also, Homer and Shakespeare. Somehow I am partial to Heine and Goethe without understanding German too well. And Victor Hugo. Some of the Australian poets are well worth reading, like Slessor, A.D. Hope and Judith Wright.

This guy almost is /pol

In other ways, so is he

You're welcome, my man. If you ever read just one poem of his, let it be Tobacco Shop. I've yet to know something that so clearly portrays angst and weltschmerz as well as it.

I'll give it a read, thanks for the suggest

Almost? He practically plagiarized George Lincoln Rockwell in Ham on Rye.

Is The Dude the poet of our time? /s

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God damn TOOL fans are so fucking gay.

Thanks, Shakespeare.

They are but I like the Keegan's recent stance

Pablo Neruda. It's a shame Pinocuck came in to ruin the country and Neruda couldn't become the new leader.

Good one. Approved

XVI made me laugh, CI made me cry. The guy had a lot of range

Underrated post

I'm a big fan of Roman poetry, but English has great poetry, especially since many took concepts straight from Ancient Rome.

You might like this this poem. It's a bit adventerous.

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just found out my favorite poet is jewish. God damnit.

anyway, paul verlaine - soleils couchants is my favorite poem.

Slick Rick, his words describe perfectly the things to which I aspire:
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're
Just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (Right)
For all of y'all keeping y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy condition
That we create, cause that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of shit, it happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawning
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Had some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup
I said, "Um, mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all?"
There was a rumble jumble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!"
But that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used Oil Of Olay cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the files for my fingernails
Due to the night and on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
Clean, dry was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks
Threw on the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my Kangol
And then I dilly (dally), I ran though a (alley)
I bumped into my old girl (Sally) from the (valley)
This is a girl plays hard to get so I said
"What's wrong?" cause she looked upset, she said
"It's all because of you I'm feeling sad and blue
You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days
And I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your love away from me"
Now what was I to do
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, um, "Don't cry, dry your eye
Here comes your mother with those two little guys"

Is ok goyim