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Post by Sharon on Dec 17, 2006 9:07:46 GMT -6
I am not sure if I have a favorite poet. Yeah I'm pretty sure I don't. but I'm wondering if you all have any favorites? Who is your favorite and why do you like their work?
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 17, 2006 11:51:54 GMT -6
Emily Dickenson and Sylvia Plath are both amazing. I'm drawn to their poetry in so many ways. With Sylvia, she's so dark and her poems are hard hitting, but I can really relate to a lot of them and Emily just has her own style completely that I adore. Both are amazing with words and have such unique ways of writing that each poem just embeds itself in memory as something to be cherished.
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Dec 18, 2006 13:55:26 GMT -6
Emily Dickenson and Edgar allan poe
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 18, 2006 14:38:11 GMT -6
Poe is good, but I always view him as more of a Short Story writer than as a poet. Yes, "The Raven" is classic and absolutely fantastic, but even that has more of a story quality to it. Either way, Poe is pretty amazing.
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Dec 19, 2006 5:25:24 GMT -6
Yeah that is true. but dont all poems have a story behind it?
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 19, 2006 20:40:01 GMT -6
Of course they do, but the thing about poetry is . . . a poem often doesn't come right out and tell the story - you kind of have to figure it out from wordplay and context, as well as author's experience. That's the best part about poetry - the ambiguity of it all.
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Dec 20, 2006 5:25:55 GMT -6
yep that is right.
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Post by Laura on Dec 27, 2006 18:32:43 GMT -6
I don't really read much poetry other than stuff written by online friends ... I like lyricists though - Amos, Slean, Vedder ... yep
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Post by Samccaleb on Jan 31, 2009 13:59:39 GMT -6
I love Tennyson, Rainer Maria Rilke, Edna St. Vincent Milay, Poe, Frost, William Blake, Keats, and surprisingly enough, Leonard Nimoy. I dont know why I like them. They all speak to my heart in a different way. Especially Tennyson. I love the poem Ulysses. "Though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but stong in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" I love it. Gives me shivers every time.
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