10 Best Famous Undermine Poems

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 Why did you bruise me with your rough places
If you did not want me to tell you about them?
And stifle me with your stupidities,
If you did not want me to expose them?
And nail me with the nails of cruelty,
If you did not want me to pluck the nails forth
And fling them in your faces?
And starve me because I refused to obey you,
If you did not want me to undermine your tyranny?
I might have been as soul serene
As William Wordsworth except for you!
But what a coward you are, Spoon River,
When you drove me to stand in a magic circle
By the sword of Truth described!
And then to whine and curse your burns,
And curse my power who stood and laughed
Amid ironical lightning!

 Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, 
We own you better form'd for Peace. 
Nor Pallas you, nor Mars shou'd follow; 
Your Gods are Cupid and Apollo; 
Who give sweet Looks, and early Rhimes, 
Bespeaking Joys, and Halcyon Times. 
Your Face, which We, as yet, may praise, 
Calls for the Myrtle, and the Bays. 
The Martial Crowns Fatigues demand, 
And laurell'd Heroes must be tann'd; 
A Fate, we never can allow 
Shou'd reach your pleasing, polish'd Brow. 
But granting what so young you've writ, 
From Nature flow'd, as well as Wit; 
And that indeed you Peace pursue, 
We must begin to Treat with you. 


We Females, Sir, it is I mean: 
Whilst I, like BRISTOL for the QUEEN, 
For all the Ladies of your Age 
As Plenipo' betimes engage; 
And as first Article declare, 
You shall be Faithful as you're Fair: 
No Sighs, when you shall know their Use, 
Shall be discharg'd in Love's Abuse; 
Nor kindling Words shall undermine, 
Till you in equal Passion join. 
Nor Money be alone your Aim, 
Tho' you an Over-weight may claim, 
And fairly build on your Desert, 
If with your Person goes your Heart. 
But when this Barrier I have gain'd, 
And trust it will be well maintain'd; 
Who knows, but some imprudent She 
Betraying what's secur'd by me, 
Shall yield thro' Verse, or stronger Charms, 
To Treat anew on easier Terms? 


And I be negligently told– 
You was too Young, and I too Old, 
To have our distant Maxims hold.

 The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;
White is their colour; and behold my head.
 -- George Herbert

Long gone the smoke-and-pepper childhood smell
Of the smoldering immolation of the year,
Leaf-strewn in scattered grandeur where it fell,
Golden and poxed with frost, tarnished and sere.

And I myself have whitened in the weathers
Of heaped-up Januaries as they bequeath
The annual rings and wrongs that wring my withers,
Sober my thoughts, and undermine my teeth.

The dramatis personae of our lives
Dwindle and wizen; familiar boyhood shames,
The tribulations one somehow survives,
Rise smokily from propitiatory flames

Of our forgetfulness until we find
It becomes strangely easy to forgive
Even ourselves with this clouding of the mind,
This cinerous blur and smudge in which we live.

A turn, a glide, a quarter turn and bow,
The stately dance advances; these are airs
Bone-deep and numbing as I should know by now,
Diminishing the cast, like musical chairs.

My weary life, that lives unsatisfied

On the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this,

To whom the power to will hath been denied

And the will to renounce doth also miss;

My sated life, with having nothing sated,

In the motion of moving poisèd aye,

Within its dreams from its own dreams abated--

This life let the Gods change or take away.

For this endless succession of empty hours,

Like deserts after deserts, voidly one,

Doth undermine the very dreaming powers

And dull even thought's active inaction,

Tainting with fore-unwilled will the dreamed act

Twice thus removed from the unobtained fact.

 The day was here when it was his to know 
How fared the barriers he had built between 
His triumph and his enemies unseen, 
For them to undermine and overthrow; 
And it was his no longer to forego 
The sight of them, insidious and serene, 
Where they were delving always and had been 
Left always to be vicious and to grow. 

And there were the new tenants who had come, 
By doors that were left open unawares,
Into his house, and were so much at home 
There now that he would hardly have to guess, 
By the slow guile of their vindictiveness, 
What ultimate insolence would soon be theirs.

O turn away those roguish eyes of thine!
Be still! seek not my peace to undermine!
Thou say'st, «Look not.» I might as well essay
To slant my goblet, and not spill my wine.

 Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
'Twould undermine the Sill
To which my Faith pinned Block by Block
Her Cedar Citadel.