Good poetry written by women 2007 or before?

>Does the darkness cradle thee
>Than mine arms more tenderly?
>Do the angels God hath put
>There to guard thy lonely sleep —
>One at head and one at foot —
>Watch more fond and constant keep?
>When the black-bird sings in May,
>And the Spring is in the wood,
>Would you never trudge the way
>Over hilltops, if you could?
>Was my harp so hard a load
>Even on the sunny morns
>When the plumed huntsmen rode
>To the music of their horns?
>Hath the love that lit the stars,
>Fills the sea and moulds the flowers,
>Whose completeness nothing mars,
>Made forgot what once was ours?
>Christ hath perfect rest to give;
>Stillness and perpetual peace;
>You, who found it hard to live,
>Sleep and sleep, without surcease.

>Christ hath stars to light thy porch,
>Silence after fevered song; —
>I had but a minstrel's torch
>And the way was wet and long.
>Sleep. No more on winter nights,
>Harping at some castle gate,
>Thou must see the revel lights
>Stream upon our cold estate.
>Bitter was the bread of song
>While you tarried in my tent,
>And the jeering of the throng
>Hurt you, as it came and went.
>When you slept upon my breast
>Grief had wed me long ago:
>Christ hath his perpetual rest
>For thy weariness. But Oh!
>When I sleep beside the road,
>Thanking God thou liest not so,
>Brother to the owl and toad,
>Could'st thou, Dear, but let me know,
>Does the darkness cradle thee
>Than mine arms more tenderly?
Willa Cather, before 2007.

>>24505735 (OP)
Is she the best poet of the 21st century?

>>24505861
Best poet who debuted in the 21st century certainly

>>24505735 (OP)
Elizabeth Bishop is my favorite.

>>24505735 (OP)
Why 2007 specifically?

>>24505735 (OP)
her weird music sucks

>>24506142
I gave her discography a try, and it made my ears bleed. I guess if one is at a Renaissance faire on mushrooms, then it might work.

Sharon Olds, Sinead Morrissey, Anne Carson, Louise Gluck, Fiona Benson, Leonita Flynn… the list goes on

>>24505735 (OP)
And there was a booming above you
That night black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul;
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke —
Fell in bricks of wet smoke —
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

Lmao if you think this is good you must be retarded or have extremely poor taste or both.

goblin market

>>24506357
One face looks out from all his canvases

>>24506357
Racist trash

>>24505735 (OP)
>尋尋覓覓,冷冷清清,悽悽慘慘戚戚。
>乍煖還寒時候,最難將息。
>三杯兩盞淡酒,怎敵它、晚來風急?
>雁過也,正傷心,卻是舊時相識。

>滿地黃花堆積。憔悴損,如今有誰堪摘?
>守著窗兒,獨自怎生得黑?
>梧桐更兼細雨,到黃昏、點點滴滴。
>這次第,怎一個愁字了得!

girl in red and beach bunny are Sappho of our times :D

>>24506305
still the best poet out of anyone that started writing in the last 25 years

>How I would love to gnaw
>To gnaw on your bones so white
>And watch as the freight trains paw
>Paw at the wild, wild night

>All these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam
>(Assateague knee-deep in seafoam) —
>Ho Swansea! Buttonwillow!
>Lagunitas! Ho Calico!

>And all these beastly bungalows
>Stare, distend, like endless toads —
>Endlessly hop down the road
>Borne by wind, we southward blow

>And yonder, wild and blue
>The wild blue yonder looms
>'Till we are wracked with rheum
>By roads, by songs entombed

>>24506844
I suspect you don’t have the slightest frame of reference to make that claim. What were the last five collections you read?

>Oh, where is your inflammatory writ?
>Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"?
>Our music-deserving, devotion-unswerving
>Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
>Well no we do not if we cannot get over it
>But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent?
>Tell me true!
>Ambition came and reared its head and went
>Far from you!
>Even mollusks have weddings though solemn and leaden
>But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread
>Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
>And all at once it came to me
>And I wrote him hunched 'till four-thirty
>But that vestal light
>It burns out with the night
>In spite of all the time that we spend on it:
>On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet!
>While outside the wild boars root
>Without bending a bough underfoot
>O it breaks my heart; I don't know how they do't
>So don't ask me!
>And as for my inflammatory writ?
>Well I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
>Advice from the master derailed that disaster
>He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
>While across the great plains, keening lovely & awful
>Ululate the lost Great American Novels
>An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
>(But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit)

>>24506844
>Lobotomy victim makes noises
You are a terrible judge of poetry is the problem

She could write a charming leonine hexameter, anon.

>>24506357
yeah, based

I finished this one anthology of Sor Juana, and for about two weeks afterwards, I had a thing for Mexican girls