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Famous Blackened Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...him by; 
But when Sir Garlon uttered mocking-wise; 
'What, wear ye still that same crown-scandalous?' 
His countenance blackened, and his forehead veins 
Bloated, and branched; and tearing out of sheath 
The brand, Sir Balin with a fiery 'Ha! 
So thou be shadow, here I make thee ghost,' 
Hard upon helm smote him, and the blade flew 
Splintering in six, and clinkt upon the stones. 
Then Garlon, reeling slowly backward, fell, 
And Balin by the banneret of his helm 
Dragged...Read More

by Thomas, Dylan
...The bows glided down, and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.

Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Boat with its anchor free and fast
As a bird hooking over the sea,
High and dry by the top of the mast,

Whispered the affectionate sand
And the bulwarks of the dazzled quay.
For my sake sail, ...Read More

by Bowers, Edgar
Domestic, Asiatic, my father’s favorites.
The bridge, marauding dragonflies, the bullfrog,
Camellias cracked and blackened by the freeze,
Bay tree, mimosa, mountain laurel, apple, 
Monkey pine twenty feet high, banana shrub,
The owls’ tall pine curved like a flattened S.
The pump house Mort and I built block by block,
Smooth concrete floor, roof pale aluminum
Half-covered by a clematis, the pump 
Thirty feet down the mountain’s granite foot. 

Mort was the hire...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...eparations made, 
 And they departed—for till night none stayed. 
 But 'twixt the branches gazers could descry 
 The blackened hall lit up most brilliantly. 
 None dared approach—and this the reason why. 
 When died a noble Marquis of Lusace 
 'Twas custom for the heir who filled his place 
 Before assuming princely pomp and power 
 To sup one night in Corbus' olden tower. 
 From this weird meal he passed to the degree 
 Of P...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...Oh, put it where
You can to-night, and go. It’s almost dark;
You must be getting started back to town.”
Another blackened face thrust in and looked
And smiled, and when she did not turn, spoke gently,
“What are you seeing out the window, lady?”

“Never was I beladied so before.
Would evidence of having been called lady
More than so many times make me a lady
In common law, I wonder.”

“But I ask,
What are you seeing out the window, lady?”

“What I’ll be seeing ...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante
...y time?" it said, 
 And answer to the unfeatured mask I gave, 
 "I come, but stay not. Who art thou, so blind 
 And blackened from the likeness of thy kind?" 

 "I have no name, but only tears," said he. 

 I answered, "Nay, however caked thou be, 
 I know thee through the muddied drench. For thee 
 Be weeping ever, accursed spirit." 

 At that, 
 He reached his hands to grasp the boat, whereat 
 My watchful Master thrust him down, and cried, 
 "Away, among th...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...m me.
Above the chimney's yawning throat,
Shoulder high, like the dark wainscote,
Was a mantelshelf of polished oak
Blackened with the pungent smoke
Of firelit nights; a Cromwell clock
Of tarnished brass stood like a rock
In the midst of a heaving, turbulent sea
Of every sort of cutlery.
There lay knives sharpened to any use,
The keenest lancet, and the obtuse
And blunted pruning bill-hook; blades
Of razors, scalpels, shears; cascades
Of penknives, with handles of mot...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...s lair.

And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.

And all the woe that moved him so
That he gave that bitter cry,
And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I:
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die.


There is no chapel on the day
On which they hang a man:
The C...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...d as he wept for the woman
He let her business be,
And like his royal oath and rash
The good food fell upon the ash
And blackened instantly.

Screaming, the woman caught a cake
Yet burning from the bar,
And struck him suddenly on the face,
Leaving a scarlet scar.

King Alfred stood up wordless,
A man dead with surprise,
And torture stood and the evil things
That are in the childish hearts of kings
An instant in his eyes.

And even as he stood and stared
Drew round...Read More

by Frost, Robert
Of over-winter with the least tip-touch
Your tongue gives salt or sugar in your hand.
The place it reached to blackened instantly.
The black was all there was by day-light,
That and the merest curl of cigarette smoke—
And a flame slender as the hepaticas,
Blood-root, and violets so soon to be now.
But the black spread like black death on the ground,
And I think the sky darkened with a cloud
Like winter and evening coming on together.
There were enough th...Read More

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...d silent lizard of the stones! 

But stay! these walls- these ivy-clad arcades- 
These moldering plinths- these sad and blackened shafts- 
These vague entablatures- this crumbling frieze- 
These shattered cornices- this wreck- this ruin- 
These stones- alas! these grey stones- are they all- 
All of the famed, and the colossal left 
By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me? 

"Not all"- the Echoes answer me- "not all! 
Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever 
From us, and from a...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
Covered, but moving with me night and day, 
Fainter by day, but always in the night 
Blood-red, and sliding down the blackened marsh 
Blood-red, and on the naked mountain top 
Blood-red, and in the sleeping mere below 
Blood-red. And in the strength of this I rode, 
Shattering all evil customs everywhere, 
And past through Pagan realms, and made them mine, 
And clashed with Pagan hordes, and bore them down, 
And broke through all, and in the strength of this 
Come vict...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...oky air,
     Deadened the torches' yellow glare.
     In comfortless alliance shone
     The lights through arch of blackened stone,
     And showed wild shapes in garb of war,
     Faces deformed with beard and scar,
     All haggard from the midnight watch,
     And fevered with the stern debauch;
     For the oak table's massive board,
     Flooded with wine, with fragments stored,
     And beakers drained, and cups o'erthrown,
     Showed in what sport the nig...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord

Then, sputtering through the hedge of splintered teeth, 
Yet strangers to the tongue, and with blunt stump 
Pitch-blackened sawing the air, said the maimed churl, 

`He took them and he drave them to his tower-- 
Some hold he was a table-knight of thine-- 
A hundred goodly ones--the Red Knight, he-- 
Lord, I was tending swine, and the Red Knight 
Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower; 
And when I called upon thy name as one 
That doest right by gentle and by chur...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 He seemed to shiver, for the wind was keen. 
 'Twas a poor statue underneath a mass 
 Of leafless branches, with a blackened back 
 And a green foot—an isolated Faun 
 In old deserted park, who, bending forward, 
 Half-merged himself in the entangled boughs, 
 Half in his marble settings. He was there, 
 Pensive, and bound to earth; and, as all things 
 Devoid of movement, he was there—forgotten. 
 Trees were around him, whipped by icy blasts— 
 Gigantic chest...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...plendour from the sand, 
And quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarn 
Expunge the world: so fared she gazing there; 
So blackened all her world in secret, blank 
And waste it seemed and vain; till down she came, 
And found fair peace once more among the sick. 

And twilight dawned; and morn by morn the lark 
Shot up and shrilled in flickering gyres, but I 
Lay silent in the muffled cage of life: 
And twilight gloomed; and broader-grown the bowers 
Drew the great night int...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...gathering darkness charmed: we sat 
But spoke not, rapt in nameless reverie, 
Perchance upon the future man: the walls 
Blackened about us, bats wheeled, and owls whooped, 
And gradually the powers of the night, 
That range above the region of the wind, 
Deepening the courts of twilight broke them up 
Through all the silent spaces of the worlds, 
Beyond all thought into the Heaven of Heavens. 

Last little Lilia, rising quietly, 
Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralp...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...e strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
 In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windo...Read More

by Harrison, Tony
...ted for his family's future dead,
but for his wife, this banker's still alone
on his long obelisk, and doomed to head
a blackened dynasty of unclaimed stone,

now graffitied with a crude four-letter word.
His children and grandchildren went away
and never came back home to be interred,
so left a lot of space for skins to spray.

The language of this graveyard ranges from
a bit of Latin for a former Mayor
or those who laid their lives down at the Somme,
the hymnal frag...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...the windows
The tender birches make dry rustling sound,
The voices will be ringing of the shadows
And roses will in blackened wreaths be wound.

And further onward still -- the light is generous
Unbearably as though ¡®t were red hot wine..
And now the wind, all redolent and heated,
In perfect vigor has enflamed my mind.

x x x

Oh, this was a cold day
In Peter's wonderful town!
The shadow grew dense, and the sundown
Like purple fire lay.<...Read More

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