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A while back, I wrote about being a Wallace Stevens junkie. I read and re-read one of his poems and would get annoyed if the phone rang when I was in the middle of yet another reading of it.
I stumbled across this old post of mine and wondered (again) what poems we return to as poets.
For me:
Song by Brigit Kelly
Meditation at Lagunitas by Robert Hass
Freedom, Revolt, and Love by Frank Stanford
Goatsucker by Sylvia Plath
Of course, I return to more poems than just this small selection. These are the poems that came to mind tonight.
How about you? What poems do you find inspiring again and again?
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The House Was Quiet and the World Wad Calm, by Stevens
Herbsttag, by Rilke
The Moon and the Yew Tree, by Plath
Corona, by Celan
My Last Duchess, by R. Browning
Just a few that come to mind this evening.
I too love that Stanford poem. Maybe my favorite of his. I always discover new poems when I read him though. Poems I just didn’t notice the time before. He’s strange like that for me.
These six come to mind this morning:
“Lying in a Hammock on William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota,” James Wright
“A still - Volcano - Life,” Emily Dickinson
“Traveling through the dark,” William Stafford
“The Envoy,” Jane Hirshfield
“Crusoe in England,” Elizabeth Bishop
“Diving into the Wreck,” Adrienne Rich
“In the Waiting Room” Elizabeth Bishop
“Tithonus” Tennyson
“At the Sign Painters” Jared Carter
“Hard Rock Returns from Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane” Etheridge Knight
“To Autumn” Keats
Those are today’s poems. (”Crusoe in England” is my favorite of Bishop’s poems, but I don’t go back to it as much as “ITWR.”
Deb:
Those are four of my favorite poems as well. Perhaps this is why we are co-editors.
John
I had to comment on this one, as “Song” is such, such, SUCH an amazing poem. I find myself reading and re-reading Yeats’ “The Second Coming,” Bishop’s “One Art,” Eliot’s “Ash Wednesday,” Millay’s “What lips my lips have kissed,” and (probably too) many Dickinson poems.
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