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Famous Bespattered Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Lowell, Amy
...A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
To scatter and then quench itself in mist.
And struggling, slipping, often rudely hurled
Against the jutting angle of a wall,
And cursed, and reeled against, and flung aside
By drunken brawlers as they shuffled past,
A man was groping to what seemed a li...Read More



by Moore, Marianne
...> The water drives a wedge
 of iron throught the iron edge
 of the cliff; whereupon the stars,

pink
rice-grains, ink-
 bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green
 lilies, and submarine
 toadstools, slide each on the other.

All
external
 marks of abuse are present on this
 defiant edifice—
 all the physical features of

ac-
cident—lack
 of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and
 hatchet strokes, these things stand
 out on it; the chasm-side is

dead.
Repeated
 evidence ...Read More

by Brooks, Gwendolyn
...rugs before! In this, this "flat,"
Their hostess is gathering up the oozed, the rich
Rugs of the morning (tattered! the bespattered . . . ),
Readies to spread clean rugs for afternoon.
Here is a scene for you. The Ladies look,
In horror, behind a substantial citizeness
Whose trains clank out across her swollen heart.
Who, arms akimbo, almost fills a door.
All tumbling children, quilts dragged to the floor
And tortured thereover, potato peelings, so...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ll,
 But . . . wot the 'ell, Bill? Wot the 'ell?

Sez I: My Country? Mine? I likes their cheek.
 Me mud-bespattered by the cars they drive,
Wot makes my measly thirty bob a week,
 And sweats red blood to keep meself alive!
Fight for the right to slave that they may spend,
 Them in their mansions, me 'ere in my slum?
No, let 'em fight wot's something to defend:
 But me, I've nothin' -- let the Kaiser come.
 And so I cusses 'ard and well,
 But . . .<...Read More

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