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Great archive of popular poetry: http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=author_list Top Classical Authors William Blake (2191162) Robert Lee Frost (1623914) Emily Dickinson (1286266) Sara Teasdale (1089310) Edgar Allan Poe (1089026) Rudyard Kipling (908310) William Butler Yeats (857205) Elizabeth Barrett Browning (770931) Walt Whitman (720254) George Gordon, Lord Byron (515417) William Shakespeare (482218) Anonymous Works (462511) Robert Herrick (461113) Robert Browning (443092) Sappho (434310) William Wordsworth (358205) Samuel Taylor Coleridge (341454) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (322331) Katherine Mansfield (317907) John Keats (271405) Robert Louis Stevenson (270421) Robert Burns (262470) Alfred, Lord Tennyson (259805) Lewis Carroll (238883) Matthew Arnold (226431) Rupert Brooke (219437) Richard Lovelace (215655) Thomas Hardy (212529) John Donne (201352) Oscar Wilde (181551) Charlotte Brontë (173861) Anne Brontë (171482) Emily Jane Brontë (170272) Sidney Lanier (158324) Edmund Spenser (156789) Thomas Stearns Eliot (153283) Li Po (149770) Christina Georgina Rossetti (147648) Anne Bradstreet (143815) Joyce Kilmer (125006) Andrew Marvell (121038) Hilaire Belloc (118513) Phillis Wheatly (117217) Percy Bysshe Shelley (116964) Paul Laurence Dunbar (114180) Tu Fu (112248) Oliver Wendell Holmes (96467) Henry Lawson (95189) William Allingham (90839) Wilfred Owen (88394)
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Great site. It's funny, it took The Smiths to get me to read poetry:
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived and then they died
seems so unfair
and I want to cry
You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I've read well, and I've heard them said
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more
If you must write prose and poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you fall
You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
and then you then produce the text
from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose because Wilde is on mine
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My favorite's always been Pablo Neruda.
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Poe, Tennyson, Keats, Browning... all great poets. I like them.
My personal favorite isn't there though... e.e.cummings
Buffalo Bill 's
by E. E. Cummings
Buffalo Bill 's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
For some reason, cummings hits me at times, and I can't explain it yet.
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Neruda, Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960)
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road"
I'll just give you a taste:
From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute, 55
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I get this blank card at Barnes & Nobles, with the grey scene of a man sweeping the streets on a rainy day. Just lovely! I give this card to people, at times, when I want to speak to their hearts.
It's a grand poem. It's a wonderful piece.
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Nice prose ASp. Here's another great site - Neruda / Cummings aplenty: http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/
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There we go. Neruda.
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Just watch for the pop up spam on their site.
Why do webmasters still insist on ruining their sites with popup rubbish advertising animated cursors, screensavers and all that dross, do they seriously expect to make any money from it? I can't believe it for a second.
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Popups are so 90's spam.
I once visited a site on the net
that promised so much for a budding poet
Alas it was riddled with pop ups
So I didn't go there again.
Never.
Ever.
The End.
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Wonderful archive thanks for the information .
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