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Bear Paw:
Ok so Here's one for most out there who's intrested. What is your favorite peice of poetry ( furry preferance but not essential, anything goes)
. It would be intresting to see what people's tastes are here. It would also be a good referance for furry poetry for those intrested it might even turn up some new peices for me to hunt down anyone up for it ???.

I have several poems that I enjoy, but if you're talking poets in general: Robert Frost, William Butler Yeats, T. S. Eliot, W. H. Auden, Edgar Allan Poe, and though his poetry could be absolutely wretched, H. P. Lovecraft. (see the Fungi From Yuggoth collection).

I also have a number of poems that I just adore:

Kubla Khan (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Atlantis (W. H. Auden)
The Eagle and the Mole (Elinor Wylie)
Ulalume (Edgar Allan Poe)

These are just a very small sample.

As you can tell, my favorite poetry also tells about my personal poetry style. None of my poems have ever had the word "I" in them as I believe the general preference is for poems that tell a story yet, at the same time, make the reader think.

(This is my personal opinion. Actual mileage may vary. ;-D

My favorite poem has to be "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson; not furry at all, but it doesn't matter to me. Tennyson just does so many things well in that poem; plus, it's a beautiful, if sad, story.

As for poets, I don't really have a favorite, but Tennyson would certainly be near the top of my list. More recently, I've discovered E.E. Cummings, and so I'm now in search of more of his work. Typically I just go poem-by-poem as to what I like and don't like, furry or not, regardless of poet.

That's my two cents.  

Bear Paw:
Here's a couple of my favorite ones

This ones got a bit of special meaning for us. Thus it is my most favorite of poems. It was the first one i read that sparked my intrest in poetry.

George Herbert

Love (III)

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observed me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me sweetly questioning
if I lack'd anything.

" A guest, " I answer'd, " worthy to be here;"
Love said, "you shall be he,"
" I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee,"
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eye's but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve,"
" And know you not," says Love "Who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve,"
" You must sit down, " says Love, " and taste my meat,"
So I did sit and eat.

No 2
Jhon Clare

I am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My freinds forsake me like a memory lost;
I am a seld consumer of my own woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of my life's esteems;
And een the dearest- that I loved the best-
And strange- nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
There to abide with my Creator, GOD,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The glass below- above the vaulted sky.

Ok not furry but still good.
So far I like the poems that have been put up here ( nice selection heavy horse hadn't read Atlantis (W. H. Auden) before thank you always enjoy discovering new work) anyone else like to add anythig??

The prelude by William Wordsworth was the most recent poem I came across. A man in love with nature and Poet Laureate before Alfred Tennyson if my literature serves me right.


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