Poetry - The Art of Wooing Women

This is my tribute to the poets with whom my spirit holds high adventure; they awaken and nourish in me the most precious, the most terrible gift I possess, the Imagination--the source of all rapture and trembling; they make me vividly aware of a glory that is in the world and a significance that is in common things; they reveal to me shining ideals and disclose a world of realities which are abiding and beautiful amid the fluctuations of fortune; they widen my sympathies and enrich my feelings, lifting me into the High Mood; they establish a philosophy in a sentence, or an unforgettable picture, and make duty seem a privilege; they open for me wide gateways into a realm of peace.

The following poems are among my favorites:

Birches -Robert Frost
The Giaour (excerpt) -Lord Byron
Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom -Dorthy Parker
Jabberwocky -Lewis Carroll
Lodged -Robert Frost
may i feel said he -e. e. cummings
Fire and Ice -Robert Frost
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock -T.S.Eliot
Nothing Gold Can Stay -Robert Frost
Oh me! O life! -Walt Whitman
Oil and Blood -William Butler Yeats
One Step Backward Taken -Robert Frost
Resume -Dorthy Parker
The Road Not Taken -Robert Frost
somewhere i have never travelled -e. e. cummings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -Robert Frost
Ulysses (excerpt) -Tennyson
The Vampire (1914) -Conrad Aiken
Vampires -Lawrence Raab
Voices Answering Back: The Vampires
Walden (excerpt) -Henry David Thoreau

(more selections to come)

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