Sylvia Plath. (Although she lived most of her life in England) I think she's very underated as a poet- most people only take interest in her life, death and depressive illness- missing the fact that she was actually a wonderful poet who had a stunning way with images which were often beautiful and disturbing at the same time. "Do not think I underestimate your great concern. Ash, ash - You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there - A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air." (Lady Lazarus)

Hey hey, this sounds like a question of mine! :) My favourite American poet is Allen Ginsberg. I'm from France. PS: I've read some of Sylvia Path too, it's really beatiful too.

Whoever wrote "The Final Inspection", if he/she is American. Unsurprisingly I prefer British poetry, but then I am British so that lends me a bias in the first place. I'd be interested to know who did write that poem, though.

My favorite American poet is Robert Frost. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Kind of weird that this is my favorite poem of all time, when I am definitely a summer person. I think that one of the reasons I like Robert Frost's poetry, is that he wrote about areas that are familiar to me, as I live in Massachusetts.

Edgar Allen Poe simply for 'the Raven'

James Whitcomb Riley is my favorite, and his poem "Little Orphant Annie" or "The Raggidy Man" would probably be listed as my favorite poems of his. Mr. Riley was from Indiana. I am from Texas.

Well I don't know much about poetry but I do love Dorothy Parker. It's always nice to have a fellow cynic. She was definitely a lady before her time. Read Coda and you'll understand it all. To fully answer your question I'm from Texas, but I don't think that has much to do with why I love Dorothy Parker so much. Coda There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine; This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest's for a clam in a shell, So I'm thinking of throwing the battle- Would you kindly direct me to hell?

Wallace Stevens and I'm from Calif.

Theodore Roethke. His poetry is gorgeous and meticulous, and sometimes pretty damned funny. He really knows how to seek the truth through contradiction which is what it's all about for me, especially with poetry. I'm half English, but from Chicago The Geranium When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle, Or a wizened aster in late September, I brought her back in again For a new routine-- Vitamins, water, and whatever Sustenance seemed sensible At the time: she'd lived So long on gin, bobbie pins, half-smoked cigars, dead beer, Her shriveled petals falling On the faded carpet, the stale Steak grease stuck to her fuzzy leaves. (Dried-out, she creaked like a tulip.) The things she endured!-- The dumb dames shrieking half the night Or the two of us, alone, both seedy, Me breathing booze at her, She leaning out of her pot toward the window. Near the end, she seemed almost to hear me-- And that was scary-- So when that snuffling cretin of a maid Threw her, pot and all, into the trash-can, I said nothing. But I sacked the presumptuous hag the next week, I was that lonely.

Langston Hughes. In his work, he depicted the plight of his people with great passion and courage, and he was an inspiration to many Black American writers in the first half of the 20th century. I'm originally from Los Angeles, CA.

Robert Creeley. His poetry is so much to the point. I also like Walt Whitman, Charles Olson, John Wieners, Max Blagg. I am from Germany.

Robert Frost: "...such mystery becomes the proud, to be wholly taciturn in your reserve, say something, and it says,"I burn." I like his poetry because his poems are about nature and I love nature. This one, I quote from,I know by heart. It's "O Star". I'm from Texas.

Shel Silverstein is mine. I love his crazy stories and poems. I am in America, Texas to be exact.

Robert Service.

I'm American. Edgar Allen Poe. My favorite of his = "Annabelle Lee".