Get Your Premium Membership

Best Famous Idiosyncrasy Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Idiosyncrasy poems. This is a select list of the best famous Idiosyncrasy poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Idiosyncrasy poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of idiosyncrasy poems.

Search and read the best famous Idiosyncrasy poems, articles about Idiosyncrasy poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Idiosyncrasy poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:
Written by Frank O'Hara | Create an image from this poem

Death

1

If half of me is skewered
by grey crested birds
in the middle of the vines of my promise
and the very fact that I'm a poet
suffers my eyes
to be filled with vermilion tears 


2

how much greater danger
from occasion and pain is my vitality
yielding like a tree on fire!--
for every day is another view
of the tentative past
grown secure in its foundry of shimmering
that's not even historical;it's just me.
3 And the other half of me where I master the root of my every idiosyncrasy and fit my ribs like a glove 4 is that me who accepts betrayal in the abstract as if it were insight? and draws its knuckles across the much-lined eyes in the most knowing manner of our time? 5 The wind that smiles through the wires isn't vague enough for an assertion of a personal nature it's not for me 6 I'm not dead.
Nothing remains let alone "to be said " except that when I fall backwards I am trying something new and shall succeed as in the past.


Written by Les Murray | Create an image from this poem

The Aboriginal Cricketer

 Mid-9th century

Good-looking young man
in your Crimean shirt
with your willow shield
up, as if to face spears,

you're inside their men's Law,
one church they do obey;
they'll remember you were here.
Keep fending off their casts.
Don't come out of character.
Like you they suspect idiosyncrasy of witchcraft.
Above all, don't get out too easily, and have to leave here where all missiles are just leather and come from one direction.
Keep it noble.
Keep it light.

Book: Shattered Sighs