Especially in these times, I enjoy poetry. I get enjoyment, inspiration and lots to think about, as well as the pleasure of rereading favorites. I have several shelves of poetry, here is one.
The Dylan has the lyrics to almost all of his songs, many of which I consider poetry. Doris Peel was a favorite poet of my mother’s and this slim volume has some nice things in it. Then we come to Poe. I’ve had this Modern Library edition since I was in high school, and it’s still the only one I have or need. I’ve read it more than once, but mostly I just dip in here and there.
I bought the Carl Sandberg collections when I was visiting his home in Flat Rock, North Carolina. I’ve enjoyed his poetry since I first read it in high school. Next is Robert Service. I bought it for the few poems I liked at the time, and have gone on to read a lot of others, but I am by no means near reading the entire collection.
William Edgar Stafford was an American poet and pacifist. He was the father of poet and essayist Kim Stafford. He was appointed the twentieth Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1970. He lived his last years in Lake Oswego, OR.
Everyone is doubtless familiar with Whitman’s Leaves of Grass and the poems of Longfellow, the next two volumes. Perhaps less familiar is Frederick Louis MacNeice, an Irish poet and playwright from Northern Ireland, and a member of the Auden Group. I take this book in hand when I want something thought-provoking.
The rest, well, that’s what Google is for. Do you read poetry?