For me it would have to be the jabberwocky for it's sheer brilliance and befuddlement. And also my cousin Kate, had to study that one at school and has stayed with me ever since.

Daffodils, Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

anyone lived in a pretty how town





E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

One two, one two
the vorpal blade went snicker snack...

I have to admit that I only discovered that poem through Terry Gilliam's Jabberwocky...

DAWN by Lucirina Telor Vevan

The silence shrouds the dark of night, the moon lets out a silvery breath.
Crickets sing their song so bright about the cycle of life and death.
The mist falls over sea and land, and washes away the dust.
Asleep is now both head and hand, asleep is hate and lust.

The stars, like lanterns far away
Light a way in midst the blue
So the wind may not wander astray
Through woods of adlemir and yew.

A night bird lifts it's wings to flight
Like a ghost rising from the grave
And with its voice calls out the night
As it slowly ends it dark enclave
As a queen the Injera claims her home
As the waves wash towards the shore
The stars and moon disappear in foam
Its morning, morning again, once more.

Ok I'm not going to post all...

but Pablo Neruda, Khalil Gibran, St Exupery, Goethe, Richard Anders,Baudelaire...

Pablo Neruda...Rumi...So many to list...