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Famous Bien Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Bien poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous bien poems. These examples illustrate what a famous bien poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
...s gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
 The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.

Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean
 I wat she is a daintie chuckie;
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
 O’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
 Lady Onlie, &c....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...O LEEZE me on my spinnin’ wheel,
And leeze me on my rock and reel;
Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
And haps me biel and warm at e’en;
I’ll set me down and sing and spin,
While laigh descends the simmer sun,
Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal,
O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel.

On ilka hand the burnies trot,
And meet below my theekit cot;
The scented birk and hawthorn white,
Across the pool their arms unite,
Alike to screen the birdie’s nest,
A...Read More

by Burns, Robert
While frosty winds blaw in the drift,
 Ben to the chimla lug,
I grudge a wee the great-folk’s gift,
 That live sae bien an’ snug:
 I tent less, and want less
 Their roomy fire-side;
 But hanker, and canker,
 To see their cursed pride.

It’s hardly in a body’s pow’r
To keep, at times, frae being sour,
 To see how things are shar’d;
How best o’ chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless thousands rant,
 And ken na how to wair’t;
But, Davie, lad, ne’er fash yo...Read More

by Baudelaire, Charles
...ui baise et mange
Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.
Serré, fourmillant comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de démons,
Et quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de...Read More

by Baudelaire, Charles
...HERE is the chamber consecrate, 
Wherein this maiden delicate, 
And enigmatically sedate, 

Fans herself while the moments creep, 
Upon her cushions half-asleep, 
And hears the fountains plash and weep. 

Dorothy's chamber undefiled. 
The winds and waters sing afar 
Their song of sighing strange and wild 
To lull to sleep the petted child. 

Fr...Read More

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
me sirve de sosiego;
que no teme ladrones,
desnudo, el pasajero.

    Ni aun la libertad misma
tenerla por bien quiero:
que luego será daño
si por tal la poseo.

    No quiero más cuidados
de bienes tan inciertos,
sino tener el alma
como que no la tengo.

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Disillusionment (English)

this is the bitter end,
this proves you're rightly called
the end of illusion.

   You've made me lose all,
yet no, losing all
is no...Read More

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
de culpas de pensamiento.

    De esta manera engañaba
la loca esperanza mía,
y dentro de mí tenía
todo el bien que deseaba.

    Mas ya tu precepto grave
rompe mi silencio mudo;
que él solamente ser pudo
de mi respeto la llave.

    Y aunque el amar tu belleza
es delito sin disculpa
castígueseme la culpa
primero que la tibieza.

    No quieras, pues, rigurosa,
que, estando ya declarada,
sea de veras desdichada
quien fue de burlas dichosa.

    S...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Ah! tu finiras bien par hurler!") 
 {Bk. III. ii., Jersey, August, 1852.} 

 How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl, 
 When in the eagle talons ta'en in air! 
 Aglow, I snatched thee from thy prey—thou fowl— 
 I held thee, abject conqueror, just where 
 All see the stigma of a fitting name 
 As deeply red as deeply black thy shame! 
 And though thy...Read More

by Schwartz, Delmore
...part des hommes
Vivent des vies de desespoir silenciuex,
Victimes des intentions innombrables. Et ca
Cet homme sait bien. Les mots de cette voix sont
Des songes et des mensonges. Il prend choix,
Il prend la volonte, il porte la fin d'ete.
La guerre. Ecoutez-moi! Il porte la mort."
He stands there speaking and they laugh to hear
Rage and excitement from the foreigner....Read More

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor

    Yo, pues, mi adorada Filis,
que tu deidad reverencio,
que tu desdén idolatro
y que tu rigor venero:

    bien así, como la simple
amante que, en tornos ciegos,
es despojo de la llama
por tocar el lucimiento

    como el niño que, inocente,
aplica incauto los dedos
a la cuchilla, engañado
del resplandor del acero,

    y herida la tierna mano,
aún sin conocer el yerro,
más que el dolor de la herida
siente apartarse del reo;

    cual la enamorada ...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Oui, le bonheur bien vite a passé.") 
 {Bk. V. ii., February, 1821.} 

 Yes, Happiness hath left me soon behind! 
 Alas! we all pursue its steps! and when 
 We've sunk to rest within its arms entwined, 
 Like the Phoenician virgin, wake, and find 
 Ourselves alone again. 
 Then, through the distant future's boundless space, 
 We seek the lost companion ...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
Tap! Squeak! Tap-a-tap!
"Oui, M'sieu."
"Don't touch the letters. My name stays."
"Bien, M'sieu."
"Just take down the eagle, and the shield with the bees."
"As M'sieu pleases."
Tap! Squeak! Tap!
The man on the ladder hammers steadily for a minute or two,
Then stops.
"He! Patron!
They are fastened well, Nom d'un Chien!
What if I break them?"
"Break away,
You and Paul must have them down to-day."
And the hamme...Read More

by Field, Eugene
...needs none else at all;
No servile guide to lead the way
Nor lackey at his heel,
If he be learned enough to say
"Comme bien" and "Wie viel."

The sleek, pomaded Parleyvoo
Will air his sweetest airs
And quote the highest rates when you
"Comme bien" for his wares;
And, though the German stolid be,
His so-called heart of steel
Becomes as soft as wax when he
Detects the words "Wie viel."

Go, search the boulevards and rues
From Havre to Marseilles--
You'll find all eloqu...Read More

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis:

si con ansia sin igual
solicitáis su desdén,
¿por qué quereis que obren bien
si las incitáis al mal?

Combatís su resistencia
y luego, con gravedad,
decís que fue liviandad
lo que hizo la diligencia.

Parecer quiere el denuedo
de vuestro parecer loco,
al niño que pone el coco
y luego le tiene miedo.

Queréis, con presunción necia,
hallar a la que buscáis,
para pretendida, Thais,
y en la posesión, Lucrecia

¿Qué...Read More

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