William Butler Yeats
And yet . . . I do not mean to discount. And yet . . . how many given box seats at the Bo-Sox/Yankees World Series would trade them for a pair of nosebleed bleacher-seats?
And yet . . . the list is long and the debt I owe immeasurable:
William Shakespeare (never mind he was most likely a woman)
I mean, listen to this stuff!! "But I hung on like death. Such waltzing was not easy." (Roethke) O how about "One must have a mind of winter" (Stevens). A MIND of winter. Whoa. Or how about Herbert's
You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."So I did sit and eat.
This is all such good action. Memorize these poems and you will have the rhythms of poetry embedded into your brain. You won't be able to pick up a pen and write bad poetry. Okay, so maybe you will, but you will at least get that poetry is music, that emotion is motion, the words on the page not only making sense to your brain but, through your ears, to your beating heart.
Don't diss these guys cuz they were white and privileged! They rock it, rock it, rock it!