Robert Frost and Maya Angelou, both American Poet Laureates, are two of my favorites. Frost is known as the New England farmer poet. Here is a portion of his most famous poem, The Road Not Traveled:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Some ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in the wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Another one of his poems is my favorite. Here is a portion of Reluctance:
Out through the fields and woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it has ended.
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace of reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?