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1.

Who is this poet?He wrote:

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked"

 

2.

Who is this poet? She wrote:

"Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle,
Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.
Thirty years now I have labored
To dredge the silt from your throat.
I am none the wiser."

 

3.

Who He wrote:

"Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

 

4.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of attention
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait."

 

5.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring."

 

6.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"And lonely as it that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express."

 

7.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink."

 

8.

Who is this poet? She wrote:

"As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—"

 

9.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"When I lay bare the tooth of wit
The hissing over the archèd tongue
Is more affectionate than hate,
More bitter than the love of youth,
And inaccessible by the young."

 

10.

Who is this poet?She wrote:

"I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that
there is in it after all, a place for the genuine."

 

1.

Who is this poet?He wrote:

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked"

 
Allen Ginsberg.

2.

Who is this poet? She wrote:

"Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle,
Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.
Thirty years now I have labored
To dredge the silt from your throat.
I am none the wiser."

 
Sylvia Plath.

3.

Who He wrote:

"Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

 
W. B. Yeats.

4.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of attention
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait."

 
Langston Hughes.

5.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring."

 
Walt Whitman.

6.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"And lonely as it that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express."

 
Robert Frost.

7.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink."

 
Samuel Coleridge.

8.

Who is this poet? She wrote:

"As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—"

 
Emily Dickinson.

9.

Who is this poet? He wrote:

"When I lay bare the tooth of wit
The hissing over the archèd tongue
Is more affectionate than hate,
More bitter than the love of youth,
And inaccessible by the young."

 
T. S. Eliot.

10.

Who is this poet?She wrote:

"I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that
there is in it after all, a place for the genuine."

 
Marianne Moore.

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