Well, I know it's an old game we've played here before - but over on plagiarist they're looking for Top Tens.
In case anyone wants to play, here's the link -
My latest top ten:
Current favorites: 5/1/03
a. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
b. Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Elliot
c. Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town, e.e. cummings
d. The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe
e. Invictus, William Henley
f. I Like to See It Lap the Miles, Emily Dickinson
g. The Windhover, Gerard Manley Hopkins
h. The Negro Speaks of Rivers, Langston Hughes
i. John Barleycorn, Robert Burns
j. Chicago, Carl Sandburg
This list changes as I grow and remember, some fade and others come to the fore. But these seem to return again and again.
I took a look at the plagerist lists and found to my surprise that those people favor poets that are not the classics. More than half I think I'm not familiar with at all. There are three on Les' list that I barely know.
Some of my favorites:
When I was going through my 40's I used to read Tennyson's "Ulysses" a lot.
My favorite Poe poem is "Ulalume", so atmospheric.
I read and reread Browning.
I love Walt Whitman's "The Oven Bird".
I like to read "Tintern Abbey" and "I wandered Lonely as a Cloud".
Tennyson's "Idylls of the King". Again and again.
The Raven by E.A.P.
Alone by E.A.P.
Top Ten Poems I Can Think Of At This Moment:
Yeats, THE SECOND COMING
e e cummings, NEXT TO OF COURSE GOD AMERICA I -
DESIGN by Robert Frost
Jonathan Coffin's last poem from NIGHT OF THE IGUANA by Tennessee Williams - if you don't have a copy of the play handy, you can read it at [www.intercom.es]
I THINK IT'S GONNA RAIN TODAY by Randy Newman (Yes, it's a song lyric -- you wanna make somethin' of it?) - [er.neoxer.com]
A DON FRANCISCO GINER by Antonio Machado - the poet's eulogy to his teacher - [www.giner.drago.net] />
JABBERWOCKY by Lewis Carroll
VERY LIKE A WHALE by Ogden Nash
DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC by Edna St. Vincent Millay
This untitled poem by Pedro Pietro (NYC street poet, sells a condom and a poem for a dollar):
Woke up this morning
picked up the phone
dialed the number
of my Equal Opportunity employer
to inform him
I will not be in to work today.
"What's the matter?" asks the boss,
"You feel sick?"
"No," I reply,
"I feel too good
to come to work today.
If I feel sick tomorrow,
I will come in early."
>This untitled poem by Pedro Pietro (NYC street poet, sells a condom and >a poem for a dollar):
Now that's a deal!