plain and simple...
There are three poets whose work I tend to read and reread: TS Eliot, Wilfred Owen, and William Carlos Williams. This is not to say that I do not ever read anything else--people who know me well know I have a weakness for very maudlin Victorian poetry, for example--and I keep an eye on what's what in contemporary poetry. But for some reason, I always come back to those three.
Here's some WCW for you, from his Neo-Impressionist period:
The Lily
The branching head of tiger-lillies through the window in the air---
A humming bird is still on whirring wings above the flowers---
By spotted petals curling back and tongues that hang the air is seen---
It's raining-- water's caught among the curled-back petals
Caught and held and there's a fly--- are blossoming
Poor WCW takes a lot of grief on because people complain that his basic simple statements aren't poetry, just sentences with line breaks. Some people can't see beauty in simplicity, though, or that every day life is poetic. Kind of sad, that. Of course, this stuff is considered horribly old-fashioned these days (although not nearly as much as my maudlin Victorians *g*), but I find quite a bit of serenity in WCW's plain speech poetics. And considering the utter chaos the world is in these days, I'm all about the serenity where I can find it for myself.
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