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Famous Anything Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Anything poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous anything poems. These examples illustrate what a famous anything poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Whitman, Walt
...nd has always finally befallen, each temporizer,
 outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel, who has ever ask’d anything of America? 
What mocking and scornful negligence?
The track strew’d with the dust of skeletons; 
By the roadside others disdainfully toss’d. 

Rhymes and rhymers pass away—poems distill’d from foreign poems pass away, 
The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes; 
Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soul of ...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
i no longer had to 
prove that i was a 

I did'nt have to prove

I began to see things:
coffe cups lined up
behind a counter in a 
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked 
at me
and they were
then- it was

I began to fe...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...anted of her name then
Was to rebuke her teacher with it next day,
And give the teacher a scare as from her father.
Anything further had been wasted on her,
Or so he tried to think to avoid blame.
She would forget it. She all but forgot it.
What he sowed with her slept so long a sleep,
And came so near death in the dark of years,
That when it woke and came to life again
The flower was different from the parent seed.
It carne back vaguely at the glass one d...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...e the work
Much matters. You may work for all of me.
I've seen the time I've had to work myself.
The having anything to sell is what
Is the disgrace in man or state or nation.

I met a traveler from Arkansas
Who boasted of his state as beautiful
For diamonds and apples. "Diamonds
And apples in commercial quantities?"
I asked him, on my guard. "Oh, yes," he answered,
Off his. The time was evening in the Pullman.
I see the porter's made your bed,...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington spilled—unless you cling alone 
With Washington. Ask Adams about that. 


We’ll not ask Adams about anything. 
We fish for lizards when we choose to ask
For what we know already is not coming, 
And we must eat the answer. Where’s the use 
Of asking when this man says everything, 
With all his tongues of silence? 


I dare say.
I dare say, but I won’t. One of those tongues 
I’ll borrow for the nonce. He’ll never miss it. 
We mea...Read More

by Soto, Gary
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickle from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all

A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then...Read More

by Ashbery, John
...gesture which is neither embrace nor warning
But which holds something of both in pure
Affirmation that doesn't affirm anything.

The balloon pops, the attention
Turns dully away. Clouds
In the puddle stir up into sawtoothed fragments.
I think of the friends
Who came to see me, of what yesterday
Was like. A peculiar slant
Of memory that intrudes on the dreaming model
In the silence of the studio as he considers
Lifting the pencil to the self-portrait.
How...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...him answer you.
That sort of man talks straight on all his life
From the last thing he said himself, stone deaf
To anything anyone else may say.
I should have thought, though, you could make him hear you.”

“What is he doing out a night like this?
Why can’t he stay at home?”

“He had to preach.”

“It’s no night to be out.”

“He may be small,
He may be good, but one thing’s sure, he’s tough.”

“And strong of stale tobacco.”

“He’ll pull through.Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker; 
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.

I resist anything better than my own diversity; 
I breathe the air, but leave plenty after me, 
And am not stuck up, and am in my place. 

(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place; 
The suns I see, and the suns I cannot see, are in their place;
The palpable is in its place, and the impalpable is in its place.) 

These are the thoughts of all...Read More

by Whitman, Walt, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back
They pass—I also pass—anything passes—none can be interdicted; 
None but are accepted—none but are dear to me. 

You air that serves me with breath to speak! 
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! 
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! 
I think you are la...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...not much admire the reason, but bought it for its peculiarity. 

(30) It is to be observed, that every allusion to anything or personage in the Old Testament, such as the Ark, or Cain, is equally the privilege of Mussulman and Jew: indeed, the former profess to be much better acquainted with the lives, true and fabulous, of the patriarchs, than is warranted by our own sacred writ; and not content with Adam, they have a biography of Pre-Adamites. Solomon is the monarc...Read More

by Donne, John
Excess of joy would wake me and cam'st then  
I must confess it could not choose but be 
Profane to think thee anything but thee. 20 

Coming and staying show'd thee thee  
But rising makes me doubt that now 
Thou art not thou. 
That Love is weak where Fear 's as strong as he; 
'Tis not all spirit pure and brave 25 
If mixture it of Fear Shame Honour have. 
Perchance as torches which must ready be  
Men light and put out so thou deal'st with me.<...Read More

by Blake, William
...throughout the land, 
That quite unnerv’d the Seraph band? 
If He had been Antichrist, Creeping Jesus, 
He’d have done anything to please us; 
Gone sneaking into synagogues, 
And not us’d the Elders and Priests like dogs; 
But humble as a lamb or ass 
Obey’d Himself to Caiaphas. 
God wants not man to humble himself: 
That is the trick of the Ancient Elf. 
This is the race that Jesus ran: 
Humble to God, haughty to man, 
Cursing the Rulers before the people 
Even to t...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...mine own self, 
And even the Holy Quest, and all but her; 
Then after I was joined with Galahad 
Cared not for her, nor anything upon earth.' 

Then said the monk, `Poor men, when yule is cold, 
Must be content to sit by little fires. 
And this am I, so that ye care for me 
Ever so little; yea, and blest be Heaven 
That brought thee here to this poor house of ours 
Where all the brethren are so hard, to warm 
My cold heart with a friend: but O the pity 
To find thine ...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
...nd this might have had something to do with it. 
"Drink?" I asked. 
"Sure, why not?" 
I don't suppose there was anything unusual in our conversation that night, it was
simply in the feeling Cass gave. She had chosen me and it was as simple as that. No
pressure. She liked her drinks and had a great number of them. She didn't seem quite of
age but they served he anyhow. Perhaps she had forged i.d., I don't know. Anyhow, each
time she came...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
..." he urged, "nor once alone:
But there was something in her tone
That chilled me to the very bone. 

"Her style was anything but clear,
And most unpleasantly severe;
Her epithets were very *****. 

"And yet, so grand were her replies,
I could not choose but deem her wise;
I did not dare to criticise; 

"Nor did I leave her, till she went
So deep in tangled argument
That all my powers of thought were spent." 

A little whisper inly slid,
"Yet truth is truth: you kn...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...scamble stuff' about 'Satanic,' and so forth. However, it is worthy of him — 'qualis ab incepto.' 

If there is anything obnoxious to the political opinions of a portion of the public in the following poem, they may thank Mr. Southey. He might have written hexameters, as he has written everything else, for aught that the writer cared — had they been upon another subject. But to attempt to canonise a monarch, who, whatever where his household virtues, was n...Read More

by Miller, Alice Duer
Yes, now it came— a broad and awful glow
Out of the violet mists of dawn. 'Ah, no',
I said. 'Earth has not anything to show
More fair— changed though it is— than this.'
A curious background surely for a kiss—
Our first— Westminster Bridge at break of day—
Settings by Wordsworth, as John used to say.

Why do we fall in love? I do believe 
 That virtue is the magnet, the small vein 
Of ore, the spark, the torch that we receive 
 At birth, and that we r...Read More

by Plath, Sylvia
...ments, parliaments, societies,
The faceless faces of important men.

It is these men I mind:
They are so jealous of anything that is not flat! They are jealous gods
That would have the whole world flat because they are.
I see the Father conversing with the Son.
Such flatness cannot but be holy.
'Let us make a heaven,' they say.
'Let us flatten and launder the grossness from these souls.'

I am calm. I am calm. It is the calm before...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...rituals like sun
When, flight past us, the unreasoned wind
Interrupts speech that's barely begun.

But not for anything will we change the pompous
Granite city of glory, pain and lies,
The glistening wide rivers' ice
Sunless and murky gardens, and the voice,
Though barely audible, of the Muse.

x x x

I remember you only rarely
And your fate I do not view
But the mark won't be stripped from my soul
Of the meaningless meeting with you.

Your...Read More

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