/lit/ - Literature

>>23514625
Have you read Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman?
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48859/song-of-the-open-road

>>23514625
>poems for laymen
That's instapoetry. Try Rupi Kuar. Lmao.

>>23514657
Why are you feeding this pleb? Don't encourage them. Every pleb you feed is a mob of pseuds in the making.

>>23514695
I don't think a brown woman will speak to my soul, anon

>>23514625
start with the Iliad.

>>23514625
Keats' Odes.

Ode on a Grecian Urn
Ode on Indolence
Ode on Melancholy
Ode to a Nightingale
Ode to Psyche
To Autumn

>>23514625
Start with the romantics

>>23514695
I second Rupi Kaur. She has an economy with words that cuts through all pretensions on meaning.

>>23514625
start with Nael

>>23514625
take one poem at a time and do deconstruct it, fully understand it, and you'll have profited more than a hundred poems you never think about.
i have one or two rolling around in my head and they've served me well, i think.
memorize something out of your depth, study the shit out of it, and you'll find it has changed you. choose wisely, some poems are cruel in that they know its dart will land in heart, so amply smear it with poison.

here's one that's a good starter, not one i think you should necessarily memorize, but something to get you by in the moment here.
A Poison Tree
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

>>23514625
Here you go.
https://www.prisoncensorship.info/archive/etext/agitation/prisons/poetry/
This is all written from the soul. It's all you're left with when you're locked up.

>>23514791
Damn