Saturday Poetry Corner 68: The Conqueror Worm

Edgar Allan Poe is back (back back back)!

Saturday Poetry Corner 66: Annabel Lee

 I can't believe I haven't posted this yet, but it's never too late for some good E.A. Poe.

Saturday Poetry Corner 27: Alone

 

There are two poems bearing that name: one of E.A. Poe and the other by Maya Angelou. Somehow her poem reminded me of that of John Donne, so I'm throwing it in the mix as well.

Saturday Poetry Corner 22: A Dream Within A Dream

 

Once again Edgar Allan Poe makes an appearance on this blog and it will not be his last.

Saturday Poetry Corner 1: The Raven

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I love poetry. I always have. That is why I will be posting from time to time some of my favorite poems.

The first one is an obvious choice, given the banner ruling over this blog for, I think, 7 or 8 years.

The absynth and the doubt

Poetry is something strange. Some words put together that make totally different sense from the one they make separately. I have always liked poetry. But not contemporary. Please, everyone can be a poet in the modern sense. I don't like Baroque poetry either, with its ornaments and concepts. It was a word-play, nothing more.

I've read many poems that moved my heart back then (yes, I have that organ, despite what people say), but after some time, I came to notice how childish they were. And as almost every kid, I tried to write my own, firmly believing I'm following the path of Elders. But, eventually, the reason found its way to me and I stopped, seeing all nonsense of it. Perhaps they were good poems, but I don't think so. Now I almost regret I'm not a poetess, so I could put my words with finesse and grace just to sing an antiphone for someone.

The only words I'm left with are cursing ones... ekhem...

But I would like to present some good poetry:

Jean-Arthur Rimbaud, E.A. Poe, Rainer Maria Rilke, Lee Su Ik...