2007-02-16 01:30:49 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
There are so many incredible poets out there. I love June Jordan, Adrienne Rich, Sonia Sanchez, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Denise Levertov, Marianne Moore, Gwendolyn Brooks, Diane Di Prima, Audre Lorde, Nellie Wong, Lucille Clifton, Paula Gunn Allen, Nikki Giovanni, Carolyn Forche, Rita Dove, Naomi Shihab Nye... I could probably think of more, but that's off the top of my head. Check out some poetry anthologies of women poets, like No More Masks edited by Florence Howe. You can sample a bunch of poets and discover who speaks to you.
2007-02-17 10:16:13 · answer #1 · answered by jtrash 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Gwendolyn Brooks
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2007-02-16 16:06:51 · answer #2 · answered by YSIC 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Carol Ann Duffy.
2007-02-16 09:37:40 · answer #3 · answered by Benji 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sylvia Plath.
2007-02-16 09:40:35 · answer #4 · answered by ? 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Maya Angelou, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, H.D (Hilda Doolittle), Anne Sexton, Gertrude Stein.
But my favorite by far in Angelou. "Honest and unapologetic" describe her perfectly.
"Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."- Maya Angelou
2007-02-16 09:41:00 · answer #5 · answered by Suki 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Start with the first - Sappho.
2007-02-16 22:22:58 · answer #6 · answered by kittydoormat 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋