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Famous Bared Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Davidson, John
...hing shrieked; she made no stay!
She hurried to the trysting-oak—
Right well she knew the way.

Without a pause she bared her breast,
And drove her dagger home and fell,
And lay like one that takes her rest,
And died and wakened up in hell.

She bathed her spirit in the flame,
And near the centre took her post;
From all sides to her ears there came
The dreary anguish of the lost.

The devil started at her side,
Comely, and tall, and black as jet.
'I am young M...Read More



by Kizer, Carolyn
...For Ann London 

As you described your mastectomy in calm detail
and bared your chest so I might see
the puckered scar,
"They took a hatchet to your breast!" I said. "What an
Amazon you are."

When we were girls we climbed Mt. Tamalpais
chewing bay leaves we had plucked
along the way;
we got high all right, from animal pleasure in each other,
shouting to the sky.

On your houseboat we tried to ignore the impos...Read More

by Morris, William
...As step by step it set the wrack a-swim; 
The yellow torchlight nothing noted he 
Wherein with fluttering gown and half-bared limb 
The temple damsels sung their midnight hymn;
And nought the doubled stillness of the fane 
When they were gone and all was hushed again.

But when the waves had touched the marble base, 
And steps the fish swim over twice a-day, 
The dawn beheld him sunken in his place 
Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, 
Not heeding aught the little ...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...desperate?
And nigher came, and touched her throat, and with hands violate

Undid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,
And bared the breasts of polished ivory,
Till from the waist the peplos falling down
Left visible the secret mystery
Which to no lover will Athena show,
The grand cool flanks, the crescent thighs, the bossy hills of
snow.

Those who have never known a lover's sin
Let them not read my ditty, it will be
To their dull ears so musicless and thin
That they will h...Read More

by Keats, John
..., silent as a consecrated urn,
Hold sphery sessions for a season due.
Yet few of these far majesties, ah, few!
Have bared their operations to this globe--
Few, who with gorgeous pageantry enrobe
Our piece of heaven--whose benevolence
Shakes hand with our own Ceres; every sense
Filling with spiritual sweets to plenitude,
As bees gorge full their cells. And, by the feud
'Twixt Nothing and Creation, I here swear,
Eterne Apollo! that thy Sister fair
Is of all these the ge...Read More



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...rue hand falter, nor blue eye 
Moisten, till she had lighted on his wound, 
And tearing off her veil of faded silk 
Had bared her forehead to the blistering sun, 
And swathed the hurt that drained her dear lord's life. 
Then after all was done that hand could do, 
She rested, and her desolation came 
Upon her, and she wept beside the way. 

And many past, but none regarded her, 
For in that realm of lawless turbulence, 
A woman weeping for her murdered mate 
Was cared...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...moking in the supernatural darkness of 
 cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities 
 contemplating jazz, 
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and 
 saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- 
 ment roofs illuminated, 
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes 
 hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy 
 among the scholars of war, 
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & 
 publishing obscene odes on the windows of the 
 skull, 
wh...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante
...eroes moved I gazed, and knew 
 The Master of reasoned thought, whose hand withdrew 
 The curtain of the intellect, and bared 
 The secret things of nature; while anigh, 
 But lowlier, grouped the greatest names that shared 
 His searchings. All regard and all revere 
 They gave him. Plato there, and Socrates 
 I marked, who closeliest reached his height; and near 
 Democritus, who dreamed a world of chance 
 Born blindly in the whirl of circumstance; 
 And Anaxagoras...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ed: 
In the next tone of Lara's gathering breath 
How many shall but hear the voice of death! 

XIV. 

His blade is bared — in him there is an air 
As deep, but far too tranquil for despair; 
A something of indifference more than then 
Becomes the bravest, if they feel for men. 
He turn'd his eye on Kaled, ever near, 
And still too faithful to betray one fear; 
Perchance 'twas but the moon's dim twilight threw 
Along his aspect an unwonted hue 
Of mournful paleness, w...Read More

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...r>

Then when their time is full and days run over,
The splendour of thy sudden brow made bare
Darkens the morning; thy bared hands uncover
The veils of light and night and the awful air.

And the world naked as a new-born maiden
Stands virginal and splendid as at birth,
With all thine heaven of all its light unladen,
Of all its love unburdened all thine earth.

For the utter earth and the utter air of heaven
And the extreme depth is thine and the extreme height;
Shad...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...h, 
Dying, to feel the same again; 
And yet I do suppose we must 
Feel far more ere we turn to dust: 
No matter; I have bared my brow 
Full in Death's face - before - and now.

XIV

'My thoughts came back; where was I? Cold,
And numb, and giddy: pulse by pulse
Life reassumed its lingering hold,
And throb by throb - till grown a pang;
Which for a moment would convulse,
My blood reflowed, though thick and chill;
My ear with uncouth noises rang,
My heart began once more to t...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...his bride by the hand, 
Hears the infernal call, the death-pledge of the horn. 

To crossing swords, and grey hairs bared to heaven, 
The clear, electric base and baritone of the world, 
The trombone duo—Libertad forever!

From Spanish chestnut trees’ dense shade, 
By old and heavy convent walls, a wailing song, 
Song of lost love—the torch of youth and life quench’d in despair, 
Song of the dying swan—Fernando’s heart is breaking. 

Awaking from her woes at last, ret...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...; 
Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so unhappy; 
White and beautiful are the faces around me—the heads are bared of their
 fire-caps; 
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. 

Distant and dead resuscitate;
They show as the dial or move as the hands of me—I am the clock myself. 

I am an old artillerist—I tell of my fort’s bombardment; 
I am there again. 

Again the long roll of the drummers; 
Again the attacking cannon, mor...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...more, the trees had stooped to kiss
Pale Daphne just awakening from the swoon
Of tremulous laurels, lonely Salmacis
Had bared his barren beauty to the moon,
And through the vale with sad voluptuous smile
Antinous had wandered, the red lotus of the Nile

Down leaning from his black and clustering hair,
To shade those slumberous eyelids' caverned bliss,
Or else on yonder grassy slope with bare
High-tuniced limbs unravished Artemis
Had bade her hounds give tongue, and roused the...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...Mustered his breath, his whinyard drew:—
     But thundering as he came prepared,
     With ready arm and weapon bared,
     The wily quarry shunned the shock,
     And turned him from the opposing rock;
     Then, dashing down a darksome glen,
     Soon lost to hound and Hunter's ken,
     In the deep Trosachs' wildest nook
     His solitary refuge took.
     There, while close couched the thicket shed
     Cold dews and wild flowers on his head,
     He hear...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur
Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang
 greeting.
I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove
boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tup under the sink board.

He didn't eat me, tho I regretted him starving in my presence.
Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out
enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...indless casement of the room, 
And heated the strong warrior in his dreams; 
Who, moving, cast the coverlet aside, 
And bared the knotted column of his throat, 
The massive square of his heroic breast, 
And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, 
As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, 
Running too vehemently to break upon it. 
And Enid woke and sat beside the couch, 
Admiring him, and thought within herself, 
Was ever man so grandly made as he? 
Then, like a shado...Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...urned to green earth and summer sky. 
Each broad, seamed breast has cast aside 
Its cumbering vest of shaggy hide; 
Bared to the sun and soft warm air, 
Streams back the Northmen's yellow hair. 
I see the gleam of axe and spear, 
A sound of smitten shields I hear, 
Keeping a harsh and fitting time 
To Saga's chant, and Runic rhyme; 
Such lays as Zetland's Scald has sung, 
His gray and naked isles among; 
Or mutter low at midnight hour 
Round Odin's mossy stone of powe...Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...tom of that early form
Which moved upon its motion,--but among
"The thickest billows of the living storm
I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime
Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform.--
"Before the chariot had begun to climb
The opposing steep of that mysterious dell,
Behold a wonder worthy of the rhyme
"Of him whom from the lowest depths of Hell
Through every Paradise & through all glory
Love led serene, & who returned to tell
"In words of hate & awe the wond...Read More

by Masefield, John
...ondered if the Wanderer fared 
Still pointing to the unreached ocean's rim, 
Brightening the water where her breast was bared. 

And much in ports abroad I eyed the ships, 
Hoping to see her well-remembered form 
Come with a curl of bubbles at her lips 
Bright to her berth, the sovereign of the storm. 

I never did, and many years went by, 
Then, near a Southern port, one Christmas Eve, 
I watched a gale go roaring through the sky, 
Making the cauldrons of clouds uphe...Read More

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