Famous Chrysanthemum Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Chrysanthemum poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous chrysanthemum poems. These examples illustrate what a famous chrysanthemum poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...rest Wu mountain wu gorge air desolate and dreary River on wave meet sky surge Pass on wind cloud join earth dark Shrub chrysanthemum two open it day tear Single boat one link hometown heart Cold clothes place place urge knife measure Baidicheng high urgent evening flat stone Jade dew withers and wounds the groves of maple trees, On Wu mountain, in Wu gorge, the air is dull and drear. On the river surging waves rise to meet the sky, Above the pass...Read more of this...
by
Fu, Du
...Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment....Read more of this...
by
Buson, Yosa
...en breast-milk and meat. The back
even had the shape of a perfect
ruined breast, upright flakes
white as the flesh of a chrysanthemum, but the
best part was the claw, she'd slide it
out so slowly the tip was unbroken,
scarlet bulb of the feeler—it was such a
kick to easily eat that weapon,
wreck its delicate hooked pulp between
palate and tongue. She loved to feed us
and all she gave us was fresh, she was willing to
grasp shell, membrane, stem, to go
close to dirt and salt to...Read more of this...
by
Olds, Sharon
...r eyes find in the lines what they desire,
when your eyes tire,
rest your tired head
like a black-and-yellow Japanese chrysanthemum
on the books..
SLEEP
SI-YA-U
SLEEP...
18 April
I've begun to forget
the names of those Renaissance masters.
I want to see
the black bird-and-flower
watercolors
that slant-eyed Chinese painters
drip
from their long thin bamboo brushes.
NEWS FROM THE PARIS WIRELESS
HALLO
HALLO
HALLO
PARIS
PARIS
PARIS...
Voices race throug...Read more of this...
by
Hikmet, Nazim
...beside me in this garden
are huge and daisy-like
(why not? are not
oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),
shrubby and thick-stalked,
the leaves pointing up
the stems from which
the flowers burst in
sunbursts. I love
this garden in all its moods,
even under its winter coat
of salt hay, or now,
in October, more than
half gone over: here
a rose, there a clump
of aconite. This morning
one of the dogs killed
a barn owl. Bob saw
it happen, tried to
in...Read more of this...
by
Schuyler, James
...solving the blank walls and made-up faces,
Genius painfully going through her paces,
The skull she drew, the withered chrysanthemum
And scarlet rose, ‘Descensus averno’, like Virgil,
I supposed.
Now three years later, in nylons and tight skirt,
She returns from grammar school to make a chaos of my room;
Plaiting a rose in her hair, I remember the words of her poem -
‘For love is wrong/in word, in deed/But you will be mine’
And now her promise to come the last two day...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
... Cane tin how come here Autumn wind already sough Rain waste large court chrysanthemum Frost topple half pool lotus Banish rather against nature Void not leave Chan Mutual meet all night stay Gansu moon toward man round How did your tin-edged cane get here? The autumn wind's already sighing. The rain's laid waste the great court's chrysanthemums, And frost has felled half the pond's lotuses. Banished,...Read more of this...
by
Fu, Du
...Why should this flower delay so long
To show its tremulous plumes?
Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
Through the slow summer, when the sun
Called to each frond and whorl
That all he could for flowers was being done,
Why did it not uncurl?
It must have felt that fervid call
Although it took no heed,
W...Read more of this...
by
Hardy, Thomas
...winged feet, race their white forms over Elmhurst.
They go fast: once the ten together were a feather of foam bubble, a chrysanthemum whirl speaking to silver and azure.
3The child is on my shoulders.
In the prairie moonlight the child’s legs hang over my shoulders.
She sits on my neck and I hear her calling me a good horse.
She slides down—and into the moon silver of a prairie stream
She throws a stone and laughs at the clug-clug....Read more of this...
by
Sandburg, Carl
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