Rose Kolarich wrote: I don't think I'm sophisticated enough for Ezra Pound's poetry yet (I'm still just dabbling)

I wouldn't take not liking or getting Ezra Pound as a lack of sophistication. I think the more you read, you will find that there are going to be poets that you don't like or get with no reflection on your intelligence or sophistication. So, glad you enjoyed the poems I suggested. Keep reading!

I am sorry this thread has laid (or is it lain? To lie or to lay?) dormant for so long -- it is one I thought would be rather fun. Here is the end of Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a 10 all the way! What do you think?

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw;
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Buffalo Bill's
. . . . . . defunct
. . . . . . . . . . . .who used to
. . . . . . . . . . . .ride a watersmooth-silver
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . stallion
. . . . . . and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jesus
. . . . . . he was a handsome man
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and what i want to know is
. . . . . . how do you like your blueeyed boy
. . . . . . Mister Death

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . e e cummings