I love poetry, especially British poetry. Although I am an American, I must admit that most American poets are not up to par the the British poets, especially those of the Romantic or Victorian eras.
With respect, that's a bit snobbish. They're simply different genres, as with music. I enjoy Byron and Keats as much as the next person, but I can also appreciate e.e.cummings and Langston Hughes.
I do love poetry quite a bit. My favourite poem of all time is "i carry your heart with me" by e.e. cummings
Just one? Thats not fair! So here goes:<br />
Do Not Go Gentle = Dylan Thomas<br />
La Figlia Che Piange = TS Elliot<br />
Leaning Into The Evenings = Pablo Neruda<br />
Axion Esti = Odysseus Elytis<br />
The King of Assisi = George Seferis<br />
Anything by: Edna St Vincent Millay, Ted Hughes, RS Thomas, Tennysson, Lord Byron, WH Auden, The Epics, like Gilgamesh, Iliad, Ancient Greek poetry, ancient Indian poetry. There is so much out there!
The love is alive and well, my friend!<br />
And since you asked; "since feeling is first" by E.E. Cummings.<br />
The love of poetry is right here!!!! And there are too many to name.
Whale weep not . T. H Lorance
My most favorite poem is Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken. A lover of poetry always finds that one piece that somehow touches them, changes them, moves them, etc., and they never forget it. Mine was Frost and I was in my second year of college. My family had always berated me because I never quite fit into their molds of life. I was always to in to big a hurry to follow some leader, to impatient to be a leader myself, and was so determined to live life my way that they were never successful in their attempts to force my compliance. So when I read Frost words for the first time, I felt like I'd found a kindred spirit per say. <br />
"And both that morning equally lay<br />
In leaves no step had trodden black,<br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br />
Yet, knowing how way leads on to way,<br />
I doubted if I should ever come back.<br />
I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence<br />
Two rads diverged in a wood, and I -<br />
I took the one less traveled by,<br />
And that has made all the difference".
I love all of sara teasdale's work, especially "barter".