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Famous Acorns Poems by Famous Poets

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by Horace,
...rom where Cortona lifts to heaven
          Her diadem of towers.


     Tall are the oaks whose acorns
          Drop in dark Auser's rill;
     Fat are the stags that champ the boughs
          Of the Ciminian hill;
     Beyond all streams Clitumnus
          Is to the herdsman dear;
     Best of all pools the fowler loves
          The great Volsinian mere.


     But now no stroke of woodman
          Is heard by Auser...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco gay;Then spreads his board with frugal fare,Such as those homely acorns were,Which all revere, yet casting them away,Let those, who pleasure can enjoy,In cheerfulness their hours employ;While I, of all earth's wretches most unblest,Whether the sun fierce darts his beams,Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Above me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;—
Beauty through my senses stole,
I yielded myself to the perfect whole....Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Over me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird; -
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole....Read More

by Keats, John
...e hen-bird's wing doth rest 
Quiet on her mossy nest; 
Then the hurry and alarm 
When the beehive casts its swarm; 
Acorns ripe down-pattering 65 
While the autumn breezes sing. 

O sweet Fancy! let her loose; 
Every thing is spoilt by use: 
Where 's the cheek that doth not fade, 
Too much gazed at? Where 's the maid 70 
Whose lip mature is ever new? 
Where 's the eye, however blue, 
Doth not weary? Where 's the face 
One would meet in every place? 
Where '...Read More

by Masters, Edgar Lee the walnut tree
Standing leafless against a flaming west.
Now, the smell of the autumn smoke,
And the dropping acorns,
And the echoes about the vales
Bring dreams of life. They hover over me.
They question me:
Where are those laughing comrades?
How many are with me, how many
In the old orchards along the way to Siever's,
And in the woods that overlook
The quiet water?...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Learned their names and all their secrets, 
How the beavers built their lodges, 
Where the squirrels hid their acorns, 
How the reindeer ran so swiftly, 
Why the rabbit was so timid, 
Talked with them whene'er he met them, 
Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers."
Then Iagoo, the great boaster, 
He the marvellous story-teller, 
He the traveller and the talker, 
He the friend of old Nokomis, 
Made a bow for Hiawatha; 
From a branch of ash he made it, 
From an oak-bough ...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...he rabbit in his burrow, 
Heard the pheasant, Bena, drumming, 
Heard the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
Rattling in his hoard of acorns, 
Saw the pigeon, the Omeme, 
Building nests among the pinetrees, 
And in flocks the wild-goose, Wawa, 
Flying to the fen-lands northward, 
Whirring, wailing far above him. 
"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding, 
"Must our lives depend on these things?"
On the next day of his fasting 
By the river's brink he wandered, 
Through the Muskoday, the ...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington what he knows,—

He may by contemplation learn 
A little more than what he knew, 
And even see great oaks return 
To acorns out of which they grew. 

He may, if he but listen well,
Through twilight and the silence here, 
Be told what there are none may tell 
To vanity’s impatient ear; 

And he may never dare again 
Say what awaits him, or be sure
What sunlit labyrinth of pain 
He may not enter and endure. 

Who knows to-day from yesterday 
May learn to count no thi...Read More

by Hunt, James Henry Leigh
...the trees.

For all the country round about
: Was fond of Robin Hood,
With whom they got a share of more
: Than the acorns in the wood;

Nor ever would he suffer harm
: To woman, above all;
No plunder, were she ne'er so great,
: No fright to great or small;

No,—not a single kiss unliked,
: Nor one look-saddening clip;
Accurst be he, said Robin Hood,
: Makes pale a woman's lip.

Only on the haughty rich,
: And on their unjust store,
He'd lay his fines of equity
: For ...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
...ure, and condemn;
They were not made for thee, less thou for them.

Say that thou pour'st them wheat,
And they will acorns eat;
'Twere simple fury still thyself to waste
On such as have no taste!
To offer them a surfeit of pure bread
Whose appetites are dead!
No, give them grains their fill,
Husks, draff to drink and swill:
If they love lees, and leave the lusty wine,
Envy them not, their palate's with the swine.

No doubt some mouldy tale,
Like Pericles, and stale
As...Read More

by Jobe, James Lee
...ld hiking boots.

For a millennia the Miwok people walked 
these canyons and ridges. Pomo, too.
Gathering acorns to trade, the sweetest 
was said to be from the Coastal Live Oaks.
Or bringing down a mule deer, a Tule elk,
meat for everyone, garments or a drumskin
from the hide, tools from the bones,
a knife, a skewer, thanks given
to the beast??™s soul for its gift. 

Once up on the ridge, the view takes me,
Brushy Sky High Mountain looms above 
like a...Read More

by Masters, Edgar Lee
...d, suspicion, vision disturbed.
I collapsed at last with a shriek.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns....Read More

by Lowell, Amy the rushes he is wont to play.
His train in woven baskets bear ripe fruit
And weave a dance with ropes of gray acorns,
So light their touch the grasses scarcely sway
As they the measure tread to the lilting flute.
Alas! 't is only Fancy thus adorns.
A cloud drifts idly over the shining sun.
How damp it seems, how silent, still, and strange!
Surely 't was here some tragedy was done,
And here the chorus sang each coming change?
Sure this is deep in some swe...Read More

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...been long at work, 
Help'd by a Rabble, issu'd from her Womb, 
Which she has foster'd in that lower Room; 
Who now for Acorns are so madly bent, 
That soon this Tree must fall, for their Content. 
I wou'd have fetch'd some for th' unruly Elves; 
But 'tis the Mob's delight to help Themselves: 
Whilst your high Brood must with the meanest drop, 
And steeper be their Fall, as next the Top; 
Unless you soon to Jupiter repair, 
And let him know, the Case demands his Care....Read More

by Chesterton, G K
And eats the woods as ivy would 
Between us and the sea. 

Great Collingwood walked down the glade 
And flung the acorns free, 
That oaks might still be in the grove 
As oaken as the beams above, 
When the great Lover sailors love 
Was kissed by Death at sea. 
But though for him the oak-trees fell 
To build the oaken ships, 
The woodman worshipped what he smote 
And honoured even the chips. 
But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, 
He hates the tree as ivy would, 
As the dra...Read More

by Jeffers, Robinson
...snout on Mal Paso Mountain.

The old monster snuffled, "Here are sweet roots,
Fat grubs, slick beetles and sprouted acorns.
The best nation in Europe has fallen,
And that is Finland,
But the stars go over the lonely ocean,"
The old black-bristled boar,
Tearing the sod on Mal Paso Mountain.

"The world's in a bad way, my man,
And bound to be worse before it mends;
Better lie up in the mountain here
Four or five centuries,
While the stars go over the lonely ocean,"
...Read More

by Kunitz, Stanley
There I stood int he shadow,
at fifty measured paces,
of the inexhaustible oak,
tyrant and target,
Jehovah of acorns,
watchtower of the thunders,
that locked King Philip’s War
in its annulated core
under the cut of my name.
Father wherever you are
I have only three throws
bless my good right arm.
In the haze of afternoon,
while the air flowed saffron,
I played my game for keeps--
for love, for poetry,
and for eternal life--
after the trials of summer.

4...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
...or my pillow there in the gloom,--
Oak-roots arching about my head!

Stars, like daisies, shall rise through the earth,
Acorns fall round my breast that bled.
Children shall weave there a flowery chain,
Squirrels on acorn-hearts be fed:--

Fruit of the traveller-heart of me,
Fruit of my harvest-songs long sped:
Sweet with the life of my sunburned days
When the sheaves were ripe, and the apples red....Read More

by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...hen o'er their boughs the squirrels run,
And through their leaves the robins call,
And, ripening in the autumn sun,
The acorns and the chestnuts fall,
Doubt not that she will heed them all.

For her the morning choir shall sing
Its matins from the branches high,
And every minstrel-voice of Spring,
That trills beneath the April sky,
Shall greet her with its earliest cry.

When, turning round their dial-track,
Eastward the lengthening shadows pass,
Her little mourners, ...Read More

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