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Originally Posted by Halibut
What about Allen Ginsberg or Lawrence Ferlinghetti? I went through a period in my teens when I would read the hell out of the Beat poets.
The poem that has most struck a personal chord with me and that I still have memorized is Ernest Dowson's Cynara (Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae).
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. |
I remember attending a reading of "Howl" by Ginsberg himself in the late '60s-eary 70's.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
fix, "
I still am stirred by poetry and I do think that Shakeaspeare"s plays
are poetry in iambic pentameter.