Question:
Who is your favorite modern poet?
Livia
2007-05-09 17:31:05 UTC
Who is your favorite modern poet?
Ten answers:
Dancing Bee
2007-05-10 11:34:20 UTC
It depends of if you Modernist, or if you mean Contemporary. If you mean Modernest then all of the answers above, except Anne Sexton apply.



If you mean Contemporary, then Anne Sexton applies. And I will throw a few more into the Contemporaries: James Wright, Louise Gluck, Stephen Dunn, Mary Jo Bang, Heather McHugh, Ted Kooser, Mary Oliver, W. S. Merwin, and probably 20 more I can't think of right off the top of my head.
2016-05-19 07:13:59 UTC
Sylvia Plath
2007-05-09 17:35:24 UTC
W.B. Yeats



The Valley Of The Black Pig





The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears

Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,

And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries

Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.

We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,

The grey caim on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,

Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you.

Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.
ari-pup
2007-05-10 03:17:01 UTC
Anne Sexton



- Comment:

From the joy and anguish of her own experience, Sexton fashioned poems that told truths about the inner lives of men and women. This book comprises Sexton's ten volumes of verse, including the Pulitzer Prize-winner Live or Die, as well as seven poems form her last years.
emalk
2007-05-09 17:45:24 UTC
Langston Hughes
soulsearcherofthetruth
2007-05-10 19:46:54 UTC
Yeats:



Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
Ke Xu Long
2007-05-09 17:48:02 UTC
EJ Priestley



Two:

Chameleon



"eye am ten, raised to the power: minus forty-three

seconds ago

eye am sixteen billion—Big Bang—years of sunsets since

call me Eastern Stardust Time

'fore eye was a cell, a clam, a crayfish

'fore eye was a frog, a turtle duck billed Dodo bird a

Platypus,

a dragon fly, a pollywog

'fore eye was a heron shy, a swallow full of sky, a

trilobite, a fire spark,

a meadowlark, a grain of sand, that grew into a stone,

a breath of air, & 'fore eye was a bone, eye was a

shadow:

a protozoariferacoelenterata,

plathyhelmintheaschelmenthemykindyourdermata

mollusannelidoidanthropodointegumentarychordata,

remember me, my flag it purple flowers fly:

forgetmenots my color

'fore eye was a bone, eye was a shadow,

dangling chromosomes of genus: You Know

oh swarthy Ethiopia, recall my own aunt Lucy

quand nous sommes: mille-huit cent-soixante quartorze

dawn Riot aegyptopithecus,

skull intact two million tears ago

sharper than mosquitoes "petahs"

32 teeth in Miocene Time

one prospector bone jumping Sapien

they never got it right,

but called us by another name

when no tail grew,

thirty thousand years of snow would go

dubbed 'em dignop-ragmop Rasta-Pongid-Missing Link

Big Foot, Yinee shot dice on a gene splice & Neanders

thawed

frostbite feet froze off Ice Age

stone flecks come the Peking man

then dropped like fire sticks

grew me & you & all the shades of them no one has seen

'em since

‘****** dice don't roll’

still Aunt Lucy says to say hello

Eyeball am here to testify: a Sapien,

a sole survivor, sweet Aunt Lucy's kin

come not she your aunt Lucy too

what solar system sky?

please tell me who? as what ? by how?

or whence? from where do your own ancestors fly?

whose jaws with skulls

the carbon dated bones back when?

you see, my friend

we are the spawn of saurs

no count tribes, whose thoughts grew out of grunts old

nods,

hand jive & screams--no word, odd signs,

engirdling tones the bread defined

the mantra said: yo-kee gee-ring-ho yo-mee-nam

our silence sings The Dream Time

to Ghaghaju-griot hearing aids

Sangria gun-gun great uncle juju Bushman kindled fire,



gathered roots his horse who rides me still

up a mountain-down the Belladonna shade

a million five ago & ashes

when the no name Mhamha's

announced us kin to cousin Taung's child

petrified like magma swirls

the garnet gleans a snowball stone

where once eye lay chameleon raw,

preserved in time, a lump of coal,

my jelly shook in oyster shells,

the progeny of apple cores--because:

'fore eye was a cell, a clam, a crayfish,

'fore eye was a frog,

a turtle, duck billed Dodo bird, a Platypus,

a dragon fly, a pollywog,

a trilobite, a heron shy, a meadowlark,

cyanogenic drop of rain, a fire spark,

'fore eye was a grain of sand that grew into a stone,

a breath of air 'fore eye was a bone,

eye was a shadow:

a protozoariferacoelenterata,

plathyhelmintheaschementheyourkindmydermata,

mollusannelidoidanthropodaintegumentarychordata

remember me, my flag, it purple flowers fly:

forgetmenots my color, 'fore eye was a bone eye was a

shadow."

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Thendens
2007-05-09 17:42:46 UTC
I'm not a big fan of poets post-T.S. Elliot. Art has attained too lose a definition, everyone's a damn poet now.
♫Izzy♫
2007-05-10 18:52:00 UTC
me
Juliette
2007-05-11 15:37:11 UTC
"Moi"


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