Review From User :
4 Poetically Beautiful Stars
"Over 750 pages of poetry spanning from 4,000 BC up to the present day and including a broad cross-section of global poetry The poems were specifically selected to appeal to readers new to poetry, but even experienced poetry readers will find new and enjoyable poems." - Blurb from Amazon.com
This is easily The most complete book of poetry I have had the pleasure of reading. It contains quite a few of my favorites.
From the famous:
Shakespeare's Sonnet XVIII
Blake's Auguries of Innocence and The Tiger
Whitman's O Captain! My Captain!
Poe's The Raven
Dickenson's I am Nobody
To the not so well known, but equally enjoyable:
This Be the Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
and add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
by fools in old-style hats and coats,
who half the time were soppy-stern
and half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
and don't have any kids yourself."
Now, when he and I meet, after all these years,
I say to the bitch inside me, don't start growling.
He isn't a trespasser anymore,
just an old acquaintance tipping his hat.
My voice says, "nice to see you,"
as the bitch starts to bark hysterically.
He isn't an enemy now,
where are your manners, I say, as I say,
"How are the children They must be growing up."
At a kind word from him, a look like the old day,
the bitch changes her tone: she begins to whimper.
She wants to snuggle up to him, to cringe.
Down, girl! Keep your distance
or I'll give you a taste of the choke-chain.
"Fine, I'm just fine," I tell him."
"She slobbers and grovels.
After all, I am her mistress. She is basically loyal.
It's just that she remembers how she came running
each evening, when she heard his step;
how she lay at his feet and looked up adoringly
though he was absorbed in his paper;
or, bored with her devotion, ordered in to the kitchen
until he was ready to play.
But the small careless kindnesses
when he'd had a good day, or a couple of drinks,
come back to her now, seem more important
than the casual cruelties, the ultimate dismissal.
"It's nice to know you are doing so well," I say.
He couldn't have taken you with him;
you were too demonstrative, too clumsy,
not like the well-groomed pets of his new friends.
"Give my regards to your wife," I say. You gag
as I drag you off by the scruff,
saying, "Goodbye! Goodbye!
Nice to have seen you again."
I highly recommend this gem to any poetry lover. There truly is something here for everyone.