Famous Cinquain Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Cinquain poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous cinquain poems. These examples illustrate what a famous cinquain poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!...Read more of this...
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Padgett, Ron
...My room looks like a cage
The sun sticks its arm through the window
But I who want to smoke and make mirages
I light my cigarette with daylight
I don’t want to work I want to smoke...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...Still as
On windless nights
The moon-cast shadows are,
So still will be my heart when I
Am dead....Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall. ...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...With swift
Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
From life. ...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow!...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
..."Why do
You thus devise
Evil against her?" "For that
She is beautiful, delicate;
Therefore."...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...If it
Were lighter touch
Than petal of flower resting
On grass, oh still too heavy it were,
Too heavy!...Read more of this...
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Herbert, George
...Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,
And spinning fancies, she was heard to say
That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,
Whereas they were supported by the same;
But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.
The Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion,
Began to make balconies, terraces,
Till she had weakened all by alteration;
But ...Read more of this...
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Poe, Edgar Allan
...Helen thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore
That gently o'er a perfumed sea
The weary wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam
Thy hyacinth hair thy classic face
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brillia...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...Well and
If day on day
Follows, and weary year
On year…and ever days and years…
Well?...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow…the hour
Before the dawn…the mouth of one
Just dead....Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...The cold
With steely clutch
Grips all the land…alack,
The little people in the hills
Will die!...Read more of this...
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Crapsey, Adelaide
...But me
They cannot touch,
Old Age and death…the strange
And ignominious end of old
Dead folk!...Read more of this...
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