by AmosTheCat on 26/01/12 at 4:14 am
My favorite poet is the one I read the most. I memorized his work as a young boy. He appealed to the sense of adventure of boys and grown men. He personally appealed to the reader and his characters were as colorful as a row of the flags of every country in the world. I still like him and still read him sometimes.
Have you ever asked yourself, “who is my favorite poet”? Well, I did and I went through a several day process of winnowing out candidates before I finally decided whjo it was. Yes, I actually figured it out. But for you to find out who it is, you will have do one of two things. One way is to keep reading this article until you get to where I tell who it is, toward the end, or, the other way is that you can cheat and go to the next page and find out early. This is a test of your character. I am trusting you not to cheat.
Even if you do cheat you might not recognize his name. But he is a successful poet. Very successful. In fact, he is one of the few poets in the history of the world who could make a living, a very, very good living on his poetry. He did write some novels too but his poems are what made him famous. What’s more, his first book of poems was instantly famous and made him instantly rich. Yet, you might not have heard of him. Some of you who are residents of a non-English speaking country and studied English literature probably never heard of him because he usually is not taught in schools as a classic.
He was born in England, albeit of Scottish parents. He was an inveterate adventurer. He did not fit in at a University so he became a banker. At age 21 he migrated to North America and worked at low level jobs in the western states of the U. S. and provinces of Canada. While working as a banker in the Yukon Territory he sent his father, who had by this time migrated to Toronto, a unpublished collection of his poems. He ask his father, who had the same name as the poet, if he could find a printer who would print up a few copies of the collection and make a loose leaf booklet of it. He wanted to hand them out to his friends. His father read the poems and showed them to a publisher. The publisher was very excited.
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