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Appreciate poetry.

>> No.18247975

Just get something like The Top 500 Poems, which is a good anthology, and read through it.

>> No.18247994

>>18247746
That's a very vague and meaningless question. I do not know what topics you appreciate.

>> No.18248254

>>18247746
The Psalms from the Holy Bible.

>> No.18248286

Sailing to Byzantium
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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>>18247746
im not much into poetry but I appreciate Tolkien's poems, you can actually sing it unlike some of the modern english poems.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king

>> No.18248371

Have you read wally's intro to leaves of grass? Good read. Really nails down what a poet is, or at the very least, what makes whitman a poet. Good for applying it to other poems too. After that its really finding what you like. I would recommend reading the Raven, and if you like the more story based poems, jump right into the Canterbury tales. I would also recommend some shakespearean sonnets, some frost, who is really quite different from other poets, some good ole wally, like O me O life!, maybe some Dickinson, Theres a lot of poets and different styles, and an anthology could be helpful, but I found it to be full of poems I didn't care much about. A book on poems is just going to show you the structure, maybe some themes, allusions, etc. I think thats a waste of time, better spent reading actual poems. I would recommend literally just looking up poets on Google, their "best" works, and read their poems slowly, and at least twice. If you find one you like, a poem that elicits emotion, read it again and again, then look up more poems by that author or in that time period.
Here's a poem I'm just going to throw in here

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

>> No.18249003

>>18247746
Try memorizing poems. I find that poetry's appeal multiplies when I can recall them at will. And I recommend Shakespeare's sonnets to inscribe in your memory.

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