Famous 1963 Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous 1963 poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous 1963 poems. These examples illustrate what a famous 1963 poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...returning home.
Quickly room was cleared, as the ruler commanded,
within the hall for those foot-bound visitors. (ll. 1963-76)
Then he sat among them himself, who had survived
the struggles, kinsman with his kin,
after he had faithfully greeted his lord
through his set speech and by stately words.
Hareth’s daughter turned through the hall,
with cups of mead, adoring the men,
bearing drinking horns into the hands of heroes.
Hygelac began to ask fairly his own comra...Read more of this...
by
Anonymous,
...Dedication
for Moremi, 1963
Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life
As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber
To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs
As roots of baobab, as the hearth.
The air will not deny you. Like a top
Spin you on the navel...Read more of this...
by
Soyinka, Wole
...for Moremi, 1963
Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life
As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber
To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs
As roots of baobab, as the hearth.
The air will not deny you. Like a top
Spin you on the navel of the sto...Read more of this...
by
Rilke, Rainer Maria
...(Robert Frost, 1875-1963)
Whose wood this is I think I know:
He made it sacred long ago:
He will expect me, far or near
To watch that wood immense with snow.
That famous horse must feel great fear
Now that his noble rider's no longer here:
He gives his harness bells to rhyme
--Perhaps he will be back, in time?
All woulds were promises he kept
Throughout the night when othe...Read more of this...
by
Schwartz, Delmore
...It was 1963 or 4, summer,
and my father was driving our family
from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in our 56 Buick.
We'd been hearing about Klan attacks, and we knew
Mississippi to be more dangerous than usual.
Dark lay hanging from the trees the way moss did,
and when it moaned light against the windows
that night, my father pulled off the road to sleep.
Noises
tha...Read more of this...
by
Hamer, Forrest
...
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice.
28 January 1963...Read more of this...
by
Plath, Sylvia
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