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What is your favourite poem, /lit/?

Mine is Ode to a Nightingale by Keats

Sometimes things are popular for a reason

>> No.16611863

>Sometimes things are popular for a reason

The popular classics are the best, anyone who disagrees just wants to cultivate a library rather than READ.

>> No.16611870

>>16611847
The Changing Light at Sandover

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>B-BUT MUH OBSCUUUUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Tea at the Palaz of Hoon by Wallace Stevens

>> No.16611955

>>16611873
I agree with the sentiment, but I think that the obsession with the obscure is a hypercorrectionist reaction; imagine being enamoured by a mostly forgotten work, so convinced that it is beyond that sublime that it must be known to everybody - or, that it simply isn't well known due to it being so good, therefore making you one of the lucky few that can grasp the Empyrean sphere. I believe the solution is classically english: via media, recognising the legitimate merit in many popular works, divorcing popularity as an actual qualifier of said merit, and individually accounting for each literary work in an independent, personal manner.

"Yo persigo una forma' by Ruben Dario is simply a perfect poem

"Tabaquería" by Pessoa

"The Rape of the Lock" by Alexander Pope is beautiful

"Claire de Lune" by Verlaine made me shed a tear during a moonlit night in Marseille

"To Lucasta, Going Beyong the Seas" by Lovelace has been the best I've read during this quarantine and I urge all of you to read the short verses

>> No.16611963

>>16611847
Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint by John Milton

The story behind it is basically that he was losing his sight around the time he was writing it so this poem is about his dead wife who he can only see in his dreams.