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Famous Avid Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Lawrence, D. H. 
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. 

And I do lift my aching arms to you, 
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, 
And I do weep for very pain of you, 
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest. 

And I do toss through the troubled night for you, 
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine, 
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into 
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine....Read More

by Neruda, Pablo
...oul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word ...Read More

by Schwartz, Delmore
...> . .)
Ravished entirely in their passing play!
(...that time is the fire in which they burn.)

Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!
Where is my father and Eleanor?
Not where are they now, dead seven years,
But what they were then?
 No more? No more?
From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,
Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume
Not where they are now (where are they now?)
But what they were then, both beautiful;

Each minute bursts in the burning room,...Read More

by Service, Robert William
So frail am I, and blind and dazed;
With scurvy sick, with silence crazed.
Beneath the Arctic's heel of hate,
Avid for Death I wait, I wait.
Oh if I falter, fail to fight,
Can you, dear comrade, blame me quite?" . . .


Big Eric gave up months ago.
But seldom do men suffer so.
His feet sloughed off, his fingers died,
His hands shrunk up and mummified.
I had to feed him like a child;
Yet he was valiant, joked and smiled,
Talked of his w...Read More

by Hugo, Victor, whose gewgaws glitter in the glare 
 Of your great lustre, all expectant there, 
 Watching the passing crowd with avid eye, 
 Till one their love, or lust, or shame may buy; 
 Or, with commingling jealousy and rage, 
 They mark the progress of your equipage; 
 And their deceitful life essays the while 
 To mask their woe beneath a sickly smile! 


...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...wreath on

ight forearm

ull upper denture, may also have lower denture.

 Reportedly frequents

 s, and is an avid trout fisherman.

(this is how the dodger looked cut off on both sides and you

couldn't make out any more, even what he was wanted for.)

 Your old buddy, Pard

Dear Pard,

 Your letter explains why I saw two FBI agents watching a

trout stream last week. They watched a path that came down

through the trees and then circled a large...Read More

by Schwartz, Delmore
...d of seven years
With shame for all three, with pity for
The helpless harried waiter, with anger for
The diners gazing, avid, and contempt
And great disgust for every human being.
I will remember this. My mother's rhetoric
Has charmed my various tongue, but now I know
Love's metric seeks a rhyme more pure and sure.

For thus it is that I betray myself,
Passing the terror of childhood at second hand
Through nervous, learned fingertips.
At thirteen when a little...Read More

by Bogan, Louise
...ed existence and desire.
It died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
I had found unmysterious flesh--
Not the mind's avid substance--still
Passionate beyond the will....Read More

by Service, Robert William
...all the world their door is open wide,
And round and round the bargain-hunters roam,
And peer and gloat, like vultures avid-eyed,
Above the corpse of what was once a home.

So reverent I go from room to room,
And see the patient care, the tender touch,
The love that sought to brighten up the gloom,
The woman-courage tested overmuch.
Amid those things so intimate and dear,
Where now the mob invades with brutal tread,
I think: "What happiness is buried here,
What dream...Read More

by Service, Robert William
The bannered pomp, the gleam, the splendid urge!
The crash of reeking combat, blade to blade!
The reeling ranks, blood-avid and a-surge!
For long he thought; then feeling o'er him creep
Vast weariness, he fell into a sleep.

. . . . .

The cell door opened; soft the headsman came,
Within his hand a mighty axe a-gleam,
(A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes,) . . .
And as he lay, the sleeper dreamed a dream.

* * * * * *

'Twas in a l...Read More

by Bonnefoy, Yves
...d cannot know.
After this, two paths part, and one of them
Vanishes, and almost immediately, forgetfulness
Sets in, avid, relentless.

I have crossed out
These words a hundred times, in verse, in prose,
But I cannot
Stop them from coming back.)...Read More

by Hall, Donald
...again, or perhaps--under conditions of extremity--
far from Connecticut--finding there creatures
acutely ridiculous, so avid
to swallow their own blood. First one, and then the other collapsed, dying,
bloodless in the snow black with their own blood,
and Kantiuk retrieved
his turnoks, and hacked lean meat
from the thigh of the larger wolf, which we ate
grateful, blessing the Creator, for we were hungry....Read More

by Padel, Ruth
...s burn-time. Her cheeks 
Are simmering fire.
We're talking iridescence, a Red Admiral's last tremble
Before the avid schoolboy plunks his net.
Or imagine
A leveret - like the hare you shot, remember? 
Which ran round screaming like a baby?
Only mine is shivering in papery winter corn,
While the hunter (as it might be, you) stomps his Hush 
Puppies through dead brush. Everything's quiet.
She's waited - how long? - ages: stoking pebbly embers
Under the ev...Read More

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