10 Best Famous Unpardonable Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Unpardonable poems. This is a select list of the best famous Unpardonable poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Unpardonable poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of unpardonable poems.

• All Famous Unpardonable Poems

 If I could blame it all on the weather,
the snow like the cadaver's table,
the trees turned into knitting needles,
the ground as hard as a frozen haddock,
the pond wearing its mustache of frost.
If I could blame conditions on that,
if I could blame the hearts of strangers
striding muffled down the street,
or blame the dogs, every color,
sniffing each other
and pissing on the doorstep...
If I could blame the bosses
and the presidents for
their unpardonable songs...
If I could blame it on all
the mothers and fathers of the world,
they of the lessons, the pellets of power,
they of the love surrounding you like batter...
Blame it on God perhaps?
He of the first opening
that pushed us all into our first mistakes?
No, I'll blame it on Man
For Man is God
and man is eating the earth up
like a candy bar
and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean
for it is known he will gulp it all down.
The stars (possibly) are safe.
At least for the moment.
The stars are pears
that no one can reach,
even for a wedding.

Perhaps for a death.

 I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. 
Silence and strength, these two at least are good. 
He gave me sun and start and aught He could, 
But not a woman's love; for that is hers. 

He sealed her heart from sage and questioner -- 
Yea, with seven seals, as he has sealed the grave. 
And if she give it to a drunken slave, 
The Day of Judgment shall not challenge her. 

Only this much: if one, deserving well, 
Touching your thin young hands and making suit, 
Feel not himself a crawling thing, a brute, 
Buried and bricked in a forgotten hell; 

Prophet and poet be he over sod, 
Prince among angels in the highest place, 
God help me, I will smite him on the face, 
Before the glory of the face of God.

 This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: —
To speak of bloody power as right divine,
And call on God to guard each vile chief's house,
And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine:—

To go forth killing in White Mercy's name,
Making the trenches stink with spattered brains, 
Tearing the nerves and arteries apart,
Sowing with flesh the unreaped golden plains.

In any Church's name, to sack fair towns,
And turn each home into a screaming sty,
To make the little children fugitive,
And have their mothers for a quick death cry,—

This is the sin against the Holy Ghost:
This is the sin no purging can atone:—
To send forth rapine in the name of Christ:—
To set the face, and make the heart a stone.