Best Famous Humiliating Poems
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Written by
Czeslaw Milosz |
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
Was too busy visiting sea after sea.
We did not succeed in interesting the animals.
Dogs, disappointed, expected an order,
A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep.
A person seemingly very close
Did not care to hear of things long past.
Conversations with friends over vodka or coffee
Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom.
It would be humiliating to pay by the hour
A man with a diploma, just for listening.
Churches.
Perhaps churches.
But to confess there what?
That we used to see ourselves as handsome and noble
Yet later in our place an ugly toad
Half-opens its thick eyelid
And one sees clearly: "That's me.
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Written by
Jack Spicer |
This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry.
The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to.
A drop
Or crash of water.
It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and butter
Pepper and salt.
The death
That young men hope for.
Aimlessly
It pounds the shore.
White and aimless signals.
No
One listens to poetry.
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Written by
John Berryman |
Grief is fatiguing.
He is out of it,
the whole humiliating Human round,
out of this & that.
He made a-many hearts go pit-a-pat
who now need never mind his nostril-hair
nor a critical error laid bare.
He endured fifty years.
He was Randall Jarrell
and wrote a-many books & he wrote well.
Peace to the bearded corpse.
His last book was his best.
His wives loved him.
He saw in the forest something coming, grim,
but did not change his purpose.
Honest & cruel, peace now to his soul.
He never loved his body, being full of dents.
A wrinkled peace to this good man.
Henry is half in love with one of his students
and the sad process continues to the whole
as it swarmed & began.
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