“I open my lunch on a hill of black cypress/Your fluted bones and acanthine hair are littered” Eternal,raw. THE COLOSSUS by Sylvia Plath
A poet who likes “a pretty industrial street” is a man after my own heart. read a calligramme “IT’S RAINING” by Guilliaume Apollinaire
If you tote one book to read when you have a spare moment during your busy day, this is it. LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET by Rainer Maria Rilke
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime/we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night. “DEATH FUGUE” by Paul Celan
‘The art of losing isn’t hard to master.’ Perseverance, humility, cleverness. My favorite villanelle. “ONE ART” by Elizabeth Bishop
“About suffering, they are never wrong/the Old Masters”. Normal people, the Fall of Icarus. “MUSEE DES BEAUX ARTS” by W. H. Auden.
Always substance and increase, always sex. Always a knit of identity.” SONG OF MYSELF by Walt Whitman