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Famous Breathe In Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Plath, Sylvia
...

But my god, the clouds are like cotton.
Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.

Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,
Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million

Probable motes that tick the years off my life.
You are silver-suited for the occasion. O adding machine-----

Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?
Must you stamp each piece purple,

Must you kill what you can?
There is one thing I want today, and only you c...Read more of this...



by Browning, Robert
...their liking at last;
Or else the wonderful Dead who have passed through the body and gone,
But were back once more to breathe in an old world worth their new:
What never had been, was now; what was, as it shall be anon;
And what is,--shall I say, matched both? for I was made perfect too.

All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul,
All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth,
All through music and me! For think, had I painted t...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...in darkness toward their ghostly crests, 
for he has set a limit to the sea 
and he is at your side. The sea 
and I breathe in and out as one. 
Maybe this is done at last 
or for now, this search for what 
is never here. Maybe all that 
ancient namesake sang is true. 
The voice I hear now is 
my own night voice, going out 
and coming back in an old chant 
that calms me, that calms 
-- for all I know -- the waves 
still lost out there....Read more of this...

by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...seems, this empty show!
Till all at once his pulses thrill;--
'T is poor old Joe's "God bless you, Bill!"

And shall we breathe in happier spheres
The names that pleased our mortal ears;
In some sweet lull of harp and song
For earth-born spirits none too long,
Just whispering of the world below
Where this was Bill and that was Joe?

No matter; while our home is here
No sounding name is half so dear;
When fades at length our lingering day,
Who cares what pompous tombstones say...Read more of this...

by Atwood, Margaret
...ur lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air yo...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ow, 
Would not look up, or half-despised the height 
To which I would not or I could not climb-- 
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air 
That pure severity of perfect light-- 
I yearned for warmth and colour which I found 
In Lancelot--now I see thee what thou art, 
Thou art the highest and most human too, 
Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none 
Will tell the King I love him though so late? 
Now--ere he goes to the great Battle? none: 
Myself must tell him in ...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...e.
You say it is angry.
I say it is like a kicked Madonna.
Its womb collapses, drunk with its fever.
We breathe in its fury.

I, the inlander,
am here with you for just a small space.
I am almost afraid,
so long gone from the sea.
I have seen her smooth as a cheek.
I have seen her easy,
doing her business,
lapping in.
I have seen her rolling her hoops of blue.
I have seen her tear the land off.
I have seen her drown me twice,
and ye...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...un, by far; 
Sometimes I think there is not space or room
In all the earth for such a love as mine, 
And it soars up to breathe in realms divine.

I know that your desertion or neglect
Could break my heart, as women’s hearts do break; 
If my wan days had nothing to expect
From your love’s splendour, all joy would forsake
The chambers of my soul. Yes this is true.
And yet, and yet – one thing I keep from you.

There is a subtle part of me, which went
Into my lo...Read more of this...

by Rich, Adrienne
...
cicadas taking up the hum
dropped in the silence.

Anger and tenderness: my selves.
And now I can believe they breathe in me
as angels, not polarities.
Anger and tenderness: the spider's genius
to spin and weave in the same action
from her own body, anywhere --
even from a broken web.

The cabin in the stand of pines
is still for sale. I know this. Know the print
of the last foot, the hand that slammed and locked the door,
then stopped to wreathe the ...Read more of this...

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
.... 

Both thought and thew now bolder
And told by Nature: Tower;
Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder
That beat and breathe in power—
This pride of prime's enjoyment
Take as for tool, not toy meant
And hold at Christ's employment. 

The vault and scope and schooling
And mastery in the mind,
In silk-ash kept from cooling,
And ripest under rind—
What life half lifts the latch of,
What hell stalks towards the snatch of,
Your offering, with despatch, of!...Read more of this...

by Lanier, Sidney
...hines: each thought of me
 Is veined through with its fire.


And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;
They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied;
Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls
 The planets may divide....Read more of this...

by Kingsley, Charles
...rrow, 
Hunting in your dreams, 
While our skates are ringing 
O'er the frozen streams. 
Let the luscious Southwind 
Breathe in lovers' sighs, 
While the lazy gallants 
Bask in ladies' eyes. 
What does he but soften 
Heart alike and pen? 
'Tis the hard gray weather 
Breeds hard English men. 
What's the soft Southwester? 
'Tis the ladies' breeze, 
Bringing home their trueloves 
Out of all the seas. 
But the black Northeaster, 
Through the snowstorm hurled, 
Driv...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...weet! from thee 
How shall I part, and whither wander down 
Into a lower world; to this obscure 
And wild? how shall we breathe in other air 
Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? 
Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild. 
Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign 
What justly thou hast lost, nor set thy heart, 
Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine: 
Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes 
Thy husband; whom to follow thou art bound; 
Where he abides, think there thy n...Read more of this...

by Jeffers, Robinson
...red by it.
A young man must not sleep; his years are war,
Civil and foreign but the former's worse;
But the old can breathe in safety now that they are
Forgetting what youth meant, the being perverse,
Running the fool's gauntlet and being cut
By the whips of the five senses. As for me,
If I should wish to live long it were but
To trade those fevers for tranquillity,
Thinking though that's entire and sweet in the grave
How shall the dead taste the deep treasure they ha...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...Senlin says, and in the evening 
The throbbing of drums has languidly died away. 
Forest and sea are still. We breathe in silence 
And strive to say the things flesh cannot say. 
The soulless wind falls slowly about the earth 
And finds no rest. 
The lover stares at the setting star,—the wakeful lover 
Who finds no peace on his lover's breast. 
The snare of desire that bound us in is broken; 
Softly, in sorrow, we draw apart, and see, 
Far off, the beauty...Read more of this...

by Quasimodo, Salvatore
...gloomy columns, telamons,
overthrown in the grass. Spirit of the ancients, grey

with rancour, return on the wind,
breathe in that feather-light moss
that covers those giants, hurled down by heaven.
How alone in the space that’s still yours!
And greater, your pain, if you hear, once more,
the sound that moves, far off, towards the sea,
where Hesperus streaks the sky with morning:
the jew’s-harp vibrates
in the waggoner’s mouth
as he climbs the hill of moonlight, slow...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...to the brim;
The youth turns to the monarch, and speaks thus to him:

"Long life to the king! Let all those be glad
Who breathe in the light of the sky!
For below all is fearful, of moment sad;
Let not man to tempt the immortals e'er try,
Let him never desire the thing to see
That with terror and night they veil graciously."

"I was torn below with the speed of light,
When out of a cavern of rock
Rushed towards me a spring with furious might;
I was seized by the twofold t...Read more of this...

by Muir, Edwin
...not away
And leave the living alone,
But on our careless brows
Faintly their furrows engrave
Like veinings in a stone,
Breathe in the sunny house
Nightmare of blackened bone,
Cellar and choking cave.

Panics and furies fly
Through our unhurried veins,
Heavenly lights and rains
Purify heart and eye,
Past agonies purify
And lay the sullen dust.
The angers will not away.
We hold our fathers' trust,
Wrong, riches, sorrow and all
Until they topple and fall,
And fallen...Read more of this...

by Khayyam, Omar
...Thread of present Life away to win --
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in! 

XV.
Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." 

XVI.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or t...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...s of empty glitters ----
Sir So-and-so's gin.

This is the room I have never been in
This is the room I could never breathe in.
The black bunched in there like a bat,
No light
But the torch and its faint

Chinese yellow on appalling objects ----
Black asininity. Decay.
Possession.
It is they who own me.
Neither cruel nor indifferent,

Only ignorant.
This is the time of hanging on for the bees--the bees
So slow I hardly know them,
Filing like soldie...Read more of this...

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