Quote by DLizze
Too many to ever narrow it down to just one. I love Robert Frost, A. A Milne, Lewis Carroll, Carl Sandburg, and William Carlos Williams. Walt Whitman's Song of Myself, from his larger work, Leaves of Grass is another favorite. Who could ever read, then forget the likes of E.E. Cummings, or William Blake? Sometimes, the despair of Emily Dickenson is what I need to fulfill my mood. At other times, all I want is a good, rousing story in iambic pentameter by William Shakespeare, or an epic by Homer. Sometimes, it is the wry humor and comment on riches of Richard Corey, or Miniver Cheever that I crave; and others, something more along the lines of the Cremation of Sam Magee. I think the only pieces of poetry I ever totally detested were Dante 's Divine Comedy, Colleridge's Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, and Scott's Ivanhoe, but even those had their immmortal lines, which I shall never forget.