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Famous All Over Poems by Famous Poets

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...ld meadows, 
The shows of all the varied lands, and all the growths and products. 

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Fecund America! To-day, 
Thou art all over set in births and joys! 
Thou groan’st with riches! thy wealth clothes thee as with a swathing garment!
Thou laughest loud with ache of great possessions! 
A myriad-twining life, like interlacing vines, binds all thy vast demesne! 
As some huge ship, freighted to water’s edge, thou ridest into port! 
As rain falls from the heaven, and vapors rise fr...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt



...a snow-ball through his letter box."
"Let's write things in the snow."
"Let's write, 'Mr. Daniel looks like a spaniel' all over his lawn."
Or we walked on the white shore. "Can the fishes see it's snowing?"

The silent one-clouded heavens drifted on to the sea. Now we were snow-blind travelers lost on the north hills,
and vast dewlapped dogs, with flasks round their necks, ambled and shambled up to us, baying "Excelsior." We
returned home through the poor streets where only ...Read more of this...
by Thomas, Dylan
...was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on g...Read more of this...
by Neruda, Pablo
...ted hate, 
And his incredulous eyes before I struck him. 
He had gone once too far; and when he knew it,
He knew it was all over; and I struck him. 
Pound for pound, he was the better brute; 
But bulking in the way then of my fist 
And all there was alive in me to drive it, 
Three of him misbegotten into one
Would have gone down like him—and being larger, 
Might have bled more, if that were necessary. 
He came up soon; and if I live for ever, 
The vengeance in his eyes, and a...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...
Or to forget, he gave no other sign. 

That train began to move; and as it moved, 
I felt a comfortable sudden change 
All over and inside. Partly it seemed
As if the strings of me had all at once 
Gone down a tone or two; and even though 
It made me scowl to think so trivial 
A touch had owned the strength to tighten them, 
It made me laugh to think that I was free.
But free from what—when I began to turn 
The question round—was more than I could say: 
I was no longer vexed...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington



...ss in the bright flowerets under us
Stands the revelation of his love.

Bright and glorious is that revelation,
Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation,
In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part
Of the self-same, universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining,
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day,
Tre...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on *******, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...ng probation fill’d,
Thou, rondure of the world, at last accomplish’d. 

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O, vast Rondure, swimming in space! 
Cover’d all over with visible power and beauty! 
Alternate light and day, and the teeming, spiritual darkness; 
Unspeakable, high processions of sun and moon, and countless stars, above;
Below, the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees; 
With inscrutable purpose—some hidden, prophetic intention; 
Now, first, it seems, my thought begins to span thee. 
...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...ook at songs
Hidden in eggs.. . .
When the morning sun is on the trumpet-vine blossoms, sing at the kitchen pans: Shout All Over God’s Heaven.
When the rain slants on the potato hills and the sun plays a silver shaft on the last shower, sing to the bush at the backyard fence: Mighty Lak a Rose.
When the icy sleet pounds on the storm windows and the house lifts to a great breath, sing for the outside hills: The Ole Sheep Done Know the Road, the Young Lambs Must Find the Way.. ...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...d
Only the landward exit of the cave,
Bright with the sun upon the stream beyond:
And near the light a giant woman sat,
All over earthy, like a piece of earth,
A pickaxe in her hand: then out I slipt
Into a land all of sun and blossom, trees
As high as heaven, and every bird that sings:
And here the night-light flickering in my eyes
Awoke me.' 

`That was then your dream,' she said,
`Not sad, but sweet.' 

`So sweet, I lay,' said he,
`And mused upon it, drifting up the stream...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...—to himself, right now, he’s thinking
He’ll make a case of it if he succeeds,
But keep still if he fails.”

“Keep still all over.
He’ll be dead—dead and buried.”

“Such a trouble!
Not but I’ve every reason not to care
What happens to him if it only takes
Some of the sanctimonious conceit
Out of one of those pious scalawags.”

“Nonsense to that! You want to see him safe.”

“You like the runt.”

“Don’t you a little?”

“Well,
I don’t like what he’s doing, which is what
You like,...Read more of this...
by Frost, Robert
...loved them. 

The beards of the young men glisten’d with wet, it ran from their long
 hair: 
Little streams pass’d all over their bodies. 

An unseen hand also pass’d over their bodies; 
It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.

The young men float on their backs—their white bellies bulge to the
 sun—they do not ask who seizes fast to them; 
They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch; 
They do not think whom they souse with...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him....Read more of this...
by Duffy, Carol Ann
...ast on a landless sea
And the sun's last smile.

His harp was carved and cunning,
As the Celtic craftsman makes,
Graven all over with twisting shapes
Like many headless snakes.

His harp was carved and cunning,
His sword prompt and sharp,
And he was gay when he held the sword,
Sad when he held the harp.

For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
And all their songs are sad.

He kept the Roman order,
He made the Christian sign;...Read more of this...
by Chesterton, G K
...nt’s meat, 
Which never was made for Man to eat. 

Seeing this False Christ, in fury and passion 
I made my voice heard all over the nation. 
What are those… 

I am sure this Jesus will not do, 
Either for Englishman or Jew....Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...hone, the shops were busy, 
But that strange Heaven made me dizzy. 
The sky had all God's warning writ 
In bloody marks all over it, 
And over all I thought there was 
A ghastly light besides the gas. 
The Devil's tasks and Devil's rages 
Were giving me the Devil's wages.

In Market-place it's always light, 
The big shop windows make it bright; 
And in the press of people buying 
I spied a little fellow crying 
Because his mother'd gone inside 
And left him there, and so he c...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...r the last news of her
From some old thief and son of Lucifer,
His forehead chapleted green with wreathy hop,
Sunburned all over like an thiop.
And when my Cotnar begins to operate
And the tongue of the rogue to run at a proper rate,
And our wine-skin, tight once, shows each flaccid dent,
I shall drop in with---as if by accident---
``You never knew, then, how it all ended,
``What fortune good or bad attended
``The little lady your Queen befriended?''
---And when that's told m...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...re smote along the hall 
A beam of light seven times more clear than day: 
And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail 
All over covered with a luminous cloud. 
And none might see who bare it, and it past. 
But every knight beheld his fellow's face 
As in a glory, and all the knights arose, 
And staring each at other like dumb men 
Stood, till I found a voice and sware a vow. 

`I sware a vow before them all, that I, 
Because I had not seen the Grail, would ride 
A twelvemont...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
..., to bathe herself.

I gazed, close to her, till at last she stepped
Away in her own good time.

Many men
Have searched all over Tuscany and never found
What I found there, the heart of the light
Itself shelled and leaved, balancing
On filaments themselves falling. The secret
Of this journey is to let the wind
Blow its dust all over your body,
To let it go on blowing, to step lightly, lightly
All the way through your ruins, and not to lose
Any sleep over the dead, who surely
...Read more of this...
by Tagore, Rabindranath
...nd they on the Atlantic side, and
 they
 on the Pacific, and they between, and all through the Mississippi country, and all over
 the
 earth.

The great masters and kosmos are well as they go—the heroes and good-doers are well, 
The known leaders and inventors, and the rich owners and pious and distinguish’d, may
 be
 well, 
But there is more account than that—there is strict account of all. 

The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing, 
The barbarians...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt

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