Famous Carts Poems by Famous Poets

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

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96. The Inventory

...fore a tail:
Gin he be spar’d to be a beast,
He’ll draw me fifteen pund at least.
Wheel-carriages I ha’e but few,
Three carts, an’ twa are feckly new;
An auld wheelbarrow, mair for token,
Ae leg an’ baith the trams are broken;
I made a poker o’ the spin’le,
An’ my auld mither brunt the trin’le.


 For men, I’ve three mischievous boys,
Run-deils for ranting an’ for noise;
A gaudsman ane, a thrasher t’ other:
Wee Davock hauds the nowt in fother.
I rule them as I ought, discreet...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert


A Fleeting Passion

...lanes, 
Where little things with beating hearts 
Hold shining eyes between the leaves, 
Till men with horses pass, and carts....Read more of this...
by Davies, William Henry

A Hill

...hadows
From huge umbrellas littered the pavement and made
A sort of lucent shallows in which was moored
A small navy of carts. Books, coins, old maps,
Cheap landscapes and ugly religious prints
Were all on sale. The colors and noise
Like the flying hands were gestures of exultation,
So that even the bargaining
Rose to the ear like a voluble godliness.
And then, where it happened, the noises suddenly stopped,
And it got darker; pushcarts and people dissolved
And even the great...Read more of this...
by Hecht, Anthony

A Memory At Sixty

...he slats of shadowed lofts with straw-bales

And hay-ricks as high as houses lazing in lantern light.

The ashes of the carts they pulled have smouldered into silence,

The clatter over cobbles of iron shoes and shouts of “Whoa, lass!”

Hushed in this last weariness....Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry

American Feuillage

...t
 aside the
 horsepath;
Down in Texas, the cotton-field, the *****-cabins—drivers driving mules or oxen
 before
 rude
 carts—cotton bales piled on banks and wharves; 
Encircling all, vast-darting, up and wide, the American Soul, with equal
 hemispheres—one
 Love,
 one Dilation or Pride; 
—In arriere, the peace-talk with the Iroquois, the aborigines—the calumet, the
 pipe
 of
 good-will, arbitration, and indorsement, 
The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun and then...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt


Autumn Meditations (4)

...and caps are not like those before. Straight north over mountain passes, gongs and drums ring out, Conquering the west, carts and horses, feather-hurried dispatches. The fish and dragons are still and silent, the autumn river cold, A peaceful life in my homeland always in my thoughts....Read more of this...
by Fu, Du

Bridge Over The Aire Book 2

...etween the cobbles

Clotheslines are empty

The props have fallen

Our mams raised up

Like a draw-bridge

For the coal-carts

To pass under.





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Beneath the City Station

Under the dark arches

The river rushes

Through the catacombs

Of vaulted stone.



By the new museum

The weir is cold and clear

Howarths’ timber yard’s

Sawdust smells

Hang in the trembling

Currents of air.



On Hunslet Road

A heat haze:

Walk with a lighter tread

I hear an angel’s

Heartbea...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry

Fiesta Melons

...In Benidorm there are melons,
Whole donkey-carts full

Of innumerable melons,
Ovals and balls,

Bright green and thumpable
Laced over with stripes

Of turtle-dark green.
Chooose an egg-shape, a world-shape,

Bowl one homeward to taste
In the whitehot noon :

Cream-smooth honeydews,
Pink-pulped whoppers,

Bump-rinded cantaloupes
With orange cores.

Each wedge wears a studding
Of blanched seeds or blac...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia

Instants

...
If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet
 at the beginning of spring till
 the end of autumn,
I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,
 - and I know that I am dying ......Read more of this...
by Borges, Jorge Luis

Mannahatta

...
 ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets; 
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; 
The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced
 sailors; 
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; 
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or
 down,
 with the flood tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking yo...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt

Monadnoc

...ose rough guises lurk
Western magians, here they work;
Sweat and season are their arts,
Their talismans are ploughs and carts;
And well the youngest can command
Honey from the frozen land,
With sweet hay the swamp adorn,
Change the running sand to corn,
For wolves and foxes, lowing herds,
And for cold mosses, cream and curds;
Weave wood to canisters and mats,
Drain sweet maple-juice in vats.
No bird is safe that cuts the air,
From their rifle or their snare;
No fish in river ...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo

Noctambule

...aring women wait;
Cafes drop their shutters;
Rats perambulate
Up and down the gutters.

Down the darkened street
Market carts are creeping;
Horse with wary feet,
Red-faced driver sleeping.
Loads of vivid greens,
Carrots, leeks, potatoes,
Cabbages and beans,
Turnips and tomatoes.

Pair of dapper chaps,
Cigarettes and sashes,
Stare at me, perhaps
Desperate Apachès.

"Needn't bother me,
Jolly well you know it;
Parceque je suis
Quartier Latin poet.

"Give you villanelles,
Madriga...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

Route Marchin

...at 'ome.
But it's over in a minute, an' at six the column starts,
While the women and the kiddies sit an' shiver in the carts.
 An' it's best foot first, . . .

Oh, then it's open order, an' we lights our pipes an' sings,
An' we talks about our rations an' a lot of other things,
An' we thinks o' friends in England, an' we wonders what they're at,
An' 'ow they would admire for to hear us sling the bat.*
 An' it's best foot first, . . .


* Language. Thomas's first and firmest ...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard

Song of Myself

...
I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair—I note where the pistol has
 fallen.

The blab of the pave, the tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the
 promenaders; 
The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the
 shod horses on the granite floor; 
The snow-sleighs, the clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snowballs; 
The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous’d mobs; 
The flap of the curtain’d litter, a sick man inside, born...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt

The Aged Pilot Man

...d out
Across the stormy scene:
The tossing wake of billows aft,
The bending forests green,
The chickens sheltered under carts
In lee of barn the cows,
The skurrying swine with straw in mouth,
The wild spray from our bows!

"She balances!
She wavers!
Now let her go about!
If she misses stays and broaches to,
We're all"--then with a shout,]
"Huray! huray!
Avast! belay!
Take in more sail!
Lord, what a gale!
Ho, boy, haul taut on the hind mule's tail!"
"Ho! lighten ship! ho! man ...Read more of this...
by Twain, Mark

The Church-Bell

...wind and wave; 
The bell cried out "Be strong and proud!" 
Then, with a shout, "Be brave!"

The rumbling of the market-carts, 
The pounding of men's feet 
Were drowned in song; "Lift up your hearts!" 
The song was loud and sweet.

Slow and slow the great bell swung, 
It hung in the steeple mute; 
And people tore its living tongue 
Out by the very root....Read more of this...
by Wylie, Elinor

The Poplar

...lways stand there shivering 
Between the white stream and the road? 

The people pass through the dust 
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars; 
The waggoners go by at down; 
The lovers walk on the grass path at night. 

Stir from your roots, walk, poplar! 
You are more beautiful than they are. 

I know that the white wind loves you, 
Is always kissing you and turning up 
The white lining of your green petticoat. 
The sky darts through you like blue rain, 
And the grey rain dri...Read more of this...
by Aldington, Richard

To Be Amused

...n sake 
To kill our womankind ere this. 

I see the Bushman from Out Back, 
From mountain range and rolling downs, 
And carts race on each rough bush track 
With food and rifles from the towns; 
I see my Bushmen fight and die 
Amongst the torn blood-spattered trees, 
And hear all night the wounded cry 
For men! More men and batteries! 

I see the brown and yellow rule 
The southern lands and southern waves, 
White children in the heathen school, 
And black and white together ...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry

Twas just this time last year I died

...o get out,
But something held my will.

I thought just how Red -- Apples wedged
The Stubble's joints between --
And the Carts stooping round the fields
To take the Pumpkins in --

I wondered which would miss me, least,
And when Thanksgiving, came,
If Father'd multiply the plates --
To make an even Sum --

And would it blur the Christmas glee
My Stocking hang too high
For any Santa Claus to reach
The Altitude of me --

But this sort, grieved myself,
And so, I thought the other...Read more of this...
by Dickinson, Emily

When Dawn Comes to the City

...The tired cars go grumbling by, 
The moaning, groaning cars, 
And the old milk carts go rumbling by 
Under the same dull stars. 
Out of the tenements, cold as stone, 
Dark figures start for work; 
I watch them sadly shuffle on, 
'Tis dawn, dawn in New York. 

But I would be on the island of the sea, 
In the heart of the island of the sea, 
Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing, 
And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree,...Read more of this...
by McKay, Claude

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