How about Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A Stately Pleasure Dome Decree
Where Alph the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
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Coleridge was an opium (mainly Laudanum) addict who wrote down his hallucinations
or certain Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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Sylvia Plath
Mystic
The air is a mill of hooks---
Questions without answer,
Glittering and drunk as flies
Whose kiss stings unbearably
In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer.
I remember
The dead smell of sun on wood cabins,
The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets.
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
Once one has been seized up
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Lesbians and women (and men who enjoy witty poetry) like
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, Being Born a Woman, and Distressed
I, being born a woman, and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast
So subtly is the fume of life designed
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
And leave me once again undone, possessed
Think not for this, however, this poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity - let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.
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