Notice I didn't ask for your 5 favorites but 5 of your favorites. I wouldn't be able to decide my 5 favorites. Here's my 5. I might be asking why you like the ones you choose. William Blake John Donne e. e. cummings Bob Dylan Edgar Allan Poe
You've asked for it, Nancy. Tell us why you like him so much. What are some of your favorite poems by him?
First, poetry is not my favorite thing. I like straightforward, tell me what you think, no beating around the bush. Frost pushes the limits of making me think, but not so much it hurts.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I have not read all of his poetry, but I love the Song of Hiawatha, I remember reading parts of it when I was still a teenager. It is a really long poem, and is about the life and travels of Hiawatha, and the love of his life, beautiful Minehaha, Laughing Waters. I like the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, too, and the history that it tells of. I think that my favorite is the one which has become a beloved Christmas carol, I heard the Bells on Christmas Day, which is a story/song that came from the sorrows of his own heart and life. https://poets.org/poem/christmas-bells Here is a beautiful rendition of the song, and how it came to be written, and even though we are a ways from Christmas, It is still a wonderful and inspiring story.
HEY DWIGHT... You're undoubtedly aware that poet e. e. cummings preferred his name to be professionally shown in lower case letters, as you have properly indicated. Hal
Poe, Stevenson, Sandburg and...KIPLING! A great quartet! I liked R.L. Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses" Hal
I don't have a favorite because I have never been interested in poetry except to make one up my self. I awoke one morning to see a lovely little bird with a pretty yellow bill sitting on my window sill. I offered and he accepted my humble crust of bread, and then I slammed the window and crushed his little head.
Brilliant poem about an average man: anyone lived in a pretty how town e. e. cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did. Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that no one loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and no one stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep no one and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men (both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain