Favourite Poems

The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.
-Arthur Rimbaud

These are my favourite poems, from many different people and times. I hope they bring as much enjoyment to you as they have to me over the years.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
--G. K.Chesterton