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Best Famous Vivacity Poems

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Written by Philip Larkin | Create an image from this poem

Like The Trains Beat

 Like the train's beat
Swift language flutters the lips
Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat,
The swinging and narrowing sun
Lights her eyelashes, shapes
Her sharp vivacity of bone.
Hair, wild and controlled, runs back:
And gestures like these English oaks
Flash past the windows of her foreign talk.

The train runs on through wilderness
Of cities. Still the hammered miles
Diversify behind her face.
And all humanity of interest
Before her angled beauty falls,
As whorling notes are pressed
In a bird's throat, issuing meaningless
Through written skies; a voice
Watering a stony place.


Written by Andrew Barton Paterson | Create an image from this poem

Cassidys Epitaph

 Here lies a bloke who's just gone West, 
A Number One Australian; 
He took his gun and did his best 
To mitigate the alien. 
So long as he could get to work 
He needed no sagacity; 
A German, Austrian, or Turk, 
Were all the same to Cassidy. 
Wherever he could raise "the stuff" 
-- A liquor deleterious -- 
The question when he'd have enough 
Was apt to be mysterious. 
'Twould worry prudent folks a lot 
Through mental incapacity; 
If he could keep it down or not, 
Was all the same to Cassidy. 

And when the boys would start a dance, 
In honour of Terpsichore, 
'Twas just an even-money chance 
You'd find him rather shickery. 
But once he struck his proper stride, 
And heard the band's vivacity, 
The jazz, the tango, or the slide 
Was all the same to Cassidy. 

And now he's gone to face the Light, 
With all it may reveal to him, 
A life without a drink or fight 
Perhaps may not appeal to him; 
But when St Peter calls the roll 
Of men of proved tenacity, 
You'll find the front-rank right-hand man 
Will answer; "Here . . . Cassidy."
Written by Edgar Lee Masters | Create an image from this poem

Hamilton Greene

 Edgar Lee Masters - Hamilton Greene 

I was the only child of Frances Harris of Virginia
And Thomas Greene of Kentucky,
Of valiant and honorable blood both.
To them I owe all that I became,
Judge, member of Congress, leader in the State.
From my mother I inherited
Vivacity, fancy, language;
From my father will, judgment, logic.
All honor to them
For what service I was to the people! 

Book: Reflection on the Important Things