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Famous Candle Flame Poems by Famous Poets

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...ome-like tossed her hair 
To a dance tune by Handel.' . . . 
Dance they still? Then came 
Courtier Death, 
Blew out the candle flame 
With civet breath....Read more of this...
by Sitwell, Dame Edith



...Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine 
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine. 

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame, 
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate, 
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the sa...Read more of this...
by Lawrence, D. H.
...as gold,
She promised in the afternoon
To buy him an Immense BALLOON.
And so she did; but when it came,
It got into the candle flame,
And being of a dangerous sort
Exploded with a loud report!
The lights went out! The windows broke!
The room was filled with reeking smoke.
And in the darkness shrieks and yells
Were mingled with electric bells,
And falling masonry and groans,
And crunching, as of broken bones,
And dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all,
The house itself began to ...Read more of this...
by Belloc, Hilaire
...keyhole, Spruggins?"
Taunted the wind.
"I can find the keyhole."
And the wind, thin as a wire,
Darted in and seized the candle flame
And knocked it over to one side
And pummelled it down -- down -- down --!
But Mr. Spruggins held the candle so close that it singed his chin,
And ran and stumbled up the stairs in a surprisingly agile manner,
For the wind through the keyhole kept saying, "Spruggins! Spruggins!"
behind him.
The fire in his bedroom burned brightly.
The room with i...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...h stern and wrinkled face. 
Her mild eyes gliding very slow 
Across the letters to and fro, 
While wagged the guttering candle flame 
In the wind that through the window came. 
And sometimes in the silence she 
Would mumble a sentence audibly, 
Or shake her head as if to say, 
"You silly souls, to act this way!" 
And never a sound from night I'd hear, 
Unless some far-off cock crowed clear; 
Or her old shuffling thumb should turn 
Another page; and rapt and stern, 
Through he...Read more of this...
by de la Mare, Walter



...mmy hand; I rise and I stretch a bit;
The fetid air is making me yawn, and my cigarette's unlit,
So I go to the nearest candle flame, and the man we brought is there,
And his face is white in the shabby light, and I stand at his feet and stare.
Stand for a while, and quietly stare: for strange though it seems to be,
The dying Boche on the stretcher there has a ***** resemblance to me.

It gives one a kind of a turn, you know, to come on a thing like that.
It's just as if I we...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...tir robin's egg
 air. The silver-

haired seed of the milkweed
 comes to roost there, frail
 as the halo

rayed round a candle flame,
 a will-o'-the-wisp
 nimbus, or puff

of cloud-stuff, tipping her
 ***** candelabrum.
 Palely lit by

snuff-ruffed dandelions,
 white daisy wheels and
 a tiger faced

pansy, it glows. O it's
 no family tree,
 Polly's tree, nor

a tree of heaven, though
 it marry quartz-flake,
 feather and rose.

It sprang from her pillow
 whole as a cobweb
 rib...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia
...(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford 
June
26th, 1878.

To my friend George Fleming author of 'The Nile Novel' and
'Mirage')


I.


A year ago I breathed the Italian air, -
And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,-
These fields made golden with the flower of March,
The throstle singing on the feathered larch,
The cawing roo...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar
...Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, I know not! Well --
She, men would have to be your mother once,
Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!
What's done is done, and she is dead beside,
Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since,
And as she died so must we die ourselves,
And thence ye may ...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, 
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves 
With all the careless and high-stepping grace, 
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face. 

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed? 
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude, 
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod 
With a bright flower-like shoe that...Read more of this...
by Baudelaire, Charles
...e;
Then, like a musical adept,
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;
And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...Sketched on paper seemed to be
A tribute offered wistfully
To the beautiful shadow of her who came
And hovered over his candle flame.
In the morning he selected all
His perfect jacinths. One large opal
Hung like a milky, rainbow moon
In the centre, and blown in loose festoon
The red stones quivered on silver threads
To the outer edge, where a single, fine
Band of mother-of-pearl the line
Completed. On the other side,
The creamy porcelain of the face
Bore diamond hours, and no...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
..."Tell Annie I'll be home in time
To help her with her Christmas-tree."
That's what he wrote, and hark! the chime
Of Christmas bells, and where is he?
And how the house is dark and sad,
And Annie's sobbing on my knee!

The page beside the candle-flame
With cruel type was overfilled;
I read and read until a name
Leapt at me and my heart was stilled:
My eye c...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

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