Hi, Julie, I wouldn't presume to categorize them. I've never read any of Sharon Olds or Celan, and only a few poems of Neruda and Paz. The others you list I'm pretty familiar with. I like especially e.e. cummings, Mary Oliver and Sexton. Eliot apparently still sits at the right hand of God -- I once showered adoration on him, but find him rather tendentious and tedious now. As to my categories, they're obviously without any merit. 44 years ago when I was at S F State, American poets were categorized as West Coast, East Coast or Beat. To me now the most interesting differences in American poetry are the themes -- personal, sociological, philosophical. There's one hell of a big difference between a poem by Mary Oliver and one by John Ashbery. But so what. There should be a big difference. And etc. Mike Geary Memphis On Sun, Jun 19, 2011 at 12:30 PM, Julie C <juliereneb@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: > Where do you put (how do you categorize) these? They are the poets who, > for many years now, have spoken to me -- > > cummings > Sexton > Sharon Olds > Neruda > T. S. Eliot > Mary Oliver > Octavio Paz > Celan > Rumi (odd man out, I guess) > > Julie Krueger > > > > > > On Sun, Jun 19, 2011 at 11:51 AM, Mike Geary < > jejunejesuit.geary2@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: > >> I'd rather read a good short story than a good novel. I'd rather read a >> good poem than a good short story. It could be that I'm just lazy (I am), >> or it could be that the more concentrated the experience, the more intense >> the experience. >> >> Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. Those I know who don't like poetry >> usually say things like: "why doesn't he just say what he means?" Good >> question if poetry were about meaning. Or maybe I should say "totally about >> meaning." When I think back to my high school exposure to poetry I >> remember Frost (Hired Hand, Mending Wall, Stopping By The Woods On a Snowy >> Evening), some easy sonnets by Elizabeth Barret Browning and Shakespeare. >> Mostly good old home grown thoughts and emotions within a rhyme scheme. >> College brought the study of poetry as canonized period pieces. But the >> period that interested at the time was my own -- it was the Beats -- the >> wild men who had grabbed the labels of the culture and were shaking it: >> "Listen to me, listen to me." But most of their poetry was just >> evangelizing an unarticulated alternative culture. Still, it was fun. Then >> I discovered the "sensitive poets" -- Merwin, Bly, Hall, Hect, >> Bishop, Galway Kinnell, Levertov, Plath, Wright -- to name a few that come >> immediately to mind. And so many unclassifiables: Cummings, >> Roethke, Snyder, Stafford, Koch. All are rich veins of versification. But >> I never took to Ashbery. Never understood how he was using words, but I >> persisted. At first he seemed as disconnected as Ritchie's Gardening >> Guy. Where's the poetic language in his poetry? He seems to write prose >> sentences. Where the emotional nexus? He seems have no center. Then it >> began to dawn on me that he uses everyday language as the most poetic of >> poetic language, and that the nexus is the whole of the poem. Most of the >> poems reflect he helter-skelter of our experience of the world and our >> wanting, needing, crying out for a nexus to our lives. All of us as lost as >> he is and read that way I find him very powerful. I'm reading Jorie Graham >> now. Love her. A genius at metaphorization -- is that a word? It is now. >> >> Mike Geary >> not giving a damn what you think you know, I know better >> in Memphis >> > >