/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.2393688]

Post your favourite Poet thread.

Allen Ginsberg.

[Anonymous No.2393691]

>kike thread
no

[Anonymous No.2393693]

Khalil Gibran.

[Anonymous No.2393697]

Currently, Ezra Pound.
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In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

[Anonymous No.2393700]

>>2393691
grow up

[hakas !u/t2Vf0FFs No.2393701]

right now conrad aiken

[Anonymous No.2393702]

I really liked "kubla khan"

[Anonymous No.2393705]

Charles Bukowski, he's actually similar to Ginsberg.

[Anonymous No.2393707]

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2009/03/02/090302po_poem_gilbert

[Anonymous No.2393710]

>>2393693
"Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give. It is then generosity on their part."

:'| dat sand and foam

[Anonymous No.2393717]

"Nightingale"

I built my house beside the wood
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning

Fare thee well my nightingale
`Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes `round you

The sun goes down behind a veil
`Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly

Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Though you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you

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[Anonymous No.2393720]

ee cummings
>mfw when youve never heard of him

[Anonymous No.2393724]

>>2393720
>my face when you think that a board dedicated to literature wouldn't know e.e. cummings
>my face when you probably think he's the master of avant-garde poetry

[Anonymous No.2393727]

>>2393724

this.

Oh, poets right. Philip Larkin.

[Anonymous No.2393728]

>>2393727
No kidding? I visited his grave today.

[Anonymous No.2393738]

Pablo Neruda

[Anonymous No.2393739]

>>2393720
what are you, 12?

who hasn't heard of E.E. Cummings?

[Anonymous No.2393740]

Yeats - he got me into poetry a year and a half ago, and he's still my favourite.

The Collar-Bone of a Hare

Would I could cast a sail upon the water
Where many a king has gone
And many a king's daughter,
And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,
The playing upon pipes and the dancing,
And learn that the best thing is
To change my loves while dancing
And pay but a kiss for a kiss.

I would find by the edge of that water
The collar-bone of a hare
Worn thin by the lapping of water,
And pierce it through with a gimlet, and stare
At the old bitter world where they marry in churches,
And laugh over the untroubled water
At all who marry in churches,
Through the thin white bone of a hare..

[Ans !TUrKGm8XGg No.2393742]

>>2393738

[Anonymous No.2393744]

>that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
>I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind

[debiru cutta !2JcXOYxUm6 No.2393751]

Frank O'Hara

When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.

I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.

If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."

And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

[Anonymous No.2393760]

>>2393720
Gee, anon! Who is this mysterious author you speak of?

[Anonymous No.2393761]

Wallace Stevens

[Anonymous No.2393764]

>>2393728

[Cellis !eTB.HcnPbU No.2393767]

Philip Larkin is a favourite. Leonard Cohen is my over all favourite though, if he counts.

[Anonymous No.2393799]

did high schools stop including cummings in the curriculum or is this guy an idiot?
he's like the salinger of poetry

[Anonymous No.2393806]

Where the mind is without fear and
the head is held high;
where knowledge is free;
where the world has not been broken
up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
where words come out from the depth of truth;
where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
where the clear stream of reason has
not lost its way into the dreary desert
sand of dead habit;
where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake

[Anonymous No.2393817]

>>2393727
>>2393767
Larkin was my first introduction to poetry & I practically lived by his poetry between 17 and 19. But I feel like I've gone off him. There's a gaudiness in his coldness and lack of gaudiness if that makes sense - he's SO lonely and miserable, after a while it starts to feel false. I don't know. I still quite like many of his poems but not as much as I once did.

>>2393799
total idiot

[Anonymous No.2393818]

Aleister Crowley

[Anonymous No.2393822]

>>2393717
i thought i recognized that face. good choice, leonard is sublime.

[Anonymous No.2393824]

>nobody mentioning Robert Frost
>figures these hipsters would hate meter and rhyme

[Anonymous No.2393832]

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Ziggy Stardust !LrtpfUHOC. No.2393837]

Artaud

[Anonymous No.2393850]

George Mackay Brown.

[Anonymous No.2394208]

Really into Paul Celan right now, and a surrealist poet who lives in my city.

[Anonymous No.2394214]

Charles Baudelaire.

[Anonymous No.2394220]

>>2393824
>every 13 year old girls favorite poet

[Anonymous No.2394224]

John Donne

[Anonymous No.2394225]

At the moment mine is Dylan Thomas. My university specializes in his work, him being a Welshman and that, so several times a week I walk past what appears to be the only copy of a poem titled "Flagellum," which is neat. I can't quote it in its entirety off-hand, but it does have some wonderfully snarky lines about Christianity. "Oh, save me from my fucking temptations..."

[Anonymous No.2394228]

>>2393727

Out of curiousity, where is his grave?

[Anonymous No.2394232]

>No Dante
>No Chaucer
>No Petrarch

Stay pleb, /lit/.

[Anonymous No.2394237]

I get a poetrygasm every time I read In Memoriam A.H.H.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem'd my sin in me;
What seem'd my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

[Anonymous No.2394459]

Hmm... tough one
>>2394232
Agreed. Dante and Petrarch are probably my favourite foreign language poets...

>>2394237
I like Tennyson too, but I can't read too many of his poems in one sitting, they just blend together too much (although I am a sucker for rhythm and rhyming)

Yeats is probably my favourite poet of the 20th century.

Oh and Whitman gets an honourable mention too.

[Anonymous No.2394475]

Probably Whitman, him and Ginsberg are the only poets on my bookshelf who didn't end up on there because of set reading, although I do intend to get a collection of Eliot at some point and I'm hardly complaining about having to read Poe

[Anonymous No.2394481]

David Lerner

Read his poem 'Mein Kampf'.

[Anonymous No.2394485]

Mihai Eminescu #1
probably Nichita Stanescu too, on the same level.

Foreign poetry: definitely Dante

[Anonymous No.2394491]

Published in 1922 with other Modernist Epics like Ulysses and The Wasteland, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus is the greatest poem of the 20th century.

deal with it

[Anonymous No.2394496]

>>2394491
Only someone with sever Autism would call Frankensteins magnum derpus a ''poem''. Also, engage in nonsense much? Poem is not synonymous with ''i like it very much.''

[Anonymous No.2394506]

For subject and style. Great man.

[Anonymous No.2394516]

>>2394496
No, it's a poem because of its structure, language and Modernist themes of logic's mastery over nature.

>1. The world is everything that is the case.

Tell me that doesn't have the seem sweeping grandeur and epic scope as Homer or Milton. It's beautiful. The fact that its language is "atomic", cold and rational is indicative of man's attempt to seize nature with logical thought. The rhythm and tone of the language are parallel to the ideas expressed in it -- just like in poetry.

>3.0321 Though a state of affairs that would contravene the laws of physics can be represented by us spatially, one that would contravene the laws of geometry cannot.

Mad as Fuck.

[Anonymous No.2394528]

>>2394491
this

[Anonymous No.2394537]

>>2394516
>structure
Which poetic structure does the Tractatus resemble exactly?
>language
It seems you have read it only in translation, so I suppose you wouldn't know exactly what its language is like, would you?
>modernist theme of logic over nature
ha, no I'm sorry--logic in a false dichotomy with nature--haha hehe you don't even understand the concept of logic.

Even as a text in formal logic the Tractatus is burdensome and makes a lot of empty assertions--even Wittgenstein would later cop to this fact.

[Anonymous No.2394538]

>>2393707
Many thanks for this one. Perfect.

[Anonymous No.2394541]

>>2394537

>suppose you only read it in translation

Wittgenstein wrote in English, fuckwit.

[Anonymous No.2394542]

>>2394541
Okay, still doesn't change the fact that he was a fucking teutonic subhuman and therefore incapable of creating anything resembling the poetic in the English language. The point still stands.

[Anonymous No.2394543]

>>2394537
>>2394537
>Which poetic structure does the Tractatus resemble exactly?

No traditional structure. It's experimental, like a lot of 20th century poetry, like The Waste Land. It's rigid ordering of propositions, again, proves it as a culmination of rationalist thought.

>It seems you have read it only in translation, so I suppose you wouldn't know exactly what its language is like, would you?

The English and German versions aren't that different.

>ha, no I'm sorry--logic in a false dichotomy with nature--haha hehe you don't even understand the concept of logic.

Wtf, it's not a dichotomy at all. I can triumph over my bacon sandwich and that doesn't mean me and my bacon are in a dichotomy. And who cares if I don't understand the concept of "logic"; I'm not talking about what logic is, but what logic meant for people at that time.

>Even as a text in formal logic the Tractatus is burdensome and makes a lot of empty assertions--even Wittgenstein would later cop to this fact.

Who cares if it's "wrong", that has about as much to do with the poetry of it as saying that Virgil's nationalism in The Aeneid is "false", or "bad".

>6.54. My propositions are elucidatory in this way: he who understands me finally recognizes them as senseless, when he has climbed out through them, on them, over them. (He must so to speak throw away the ladder, after he has climbed up on it.) He must surmount these propositions; then he sees the world rightly.

I think there's even some romanticism in there.
Like Wittgenstein said about Otto Weininger's book; yes it's wrong, but the way that it's wrong is genius.

[Anonymous No.2394546]

Nietzsche >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Wittgenfag

[Anonymous No.2394549]

>>2394543
You know, I'm just going to go ahead and say I am wrong for trashing your opinion. You don't do a poor job of defending it and, while the Tractatus may not be my taste in poetry, I have no reason to exclude it from consideration. Honestly, the fact that you were able to enjoy so has inspired me to get my dad to post the copy I left in my old wardrobe.

[Anonymous No.2394552]

>>2394549

And now comes the part where you dribble over his cock, yes?

>2012
>conceding an argument
>ISHYGDDT

[Anonymous No.2394559]

>>2394552
>2012
>not acheiving Ataraxia

[Anonymous No.2394572]

I second Yeats. Here a rather simple poem:


An Irish Airman Foresees his Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

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[Anonymous No.2395707]

>>2393697
Definitely; the minute I found Pound, I could not get enough. Sylvia Plath is also good if I'm in the right mood, and Dante too because "La divina commedia" was spectacular.

[Adorno !VGOK6fUxDA No.2395730]

Such a handsome fellow.

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