Famous Communed Poems by Famous Poets

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

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The Temporary The All

by Thomas Hardy
 CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime,
Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen;
Wrought us fellowly, and despite divergence,
Friends interblent us.

"Cherish him can I while the true one forthcome--
Come the rich fulfiller of my prevision;
Life is roomy yet, and the odds unbounded."
So self-communed I.

Thwart my wistful way did a damsel saunter,
Fair not fairest, good not best of her...Read more of this...

Music: An Ode

by Algernon Charles Swinburne
 WAS it light that spake from the darkness, 
or music that shone from the word,
When the night was enkindled with sound 
of the sun or the first-born bird?
Souls enthralled and entrammelled in bondage 
of seasons that fall and rise,
Bound fast round with the fetters of flesh, 
and blinded with light that dies,
Lived not surely till music spake, 
and the...Read more of this...

Art And Love

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 For many long uninterrupted years
She was the friend and confidant of Art;
They walked together, heart communed with heart
In that sweet comradeship that so endears.
Her fondest hope, her sorrows and her fears
She told her mate; who would in turn impart
Important truths and secrets. But a dart,

Shot by that unskilled, mischevous boy, who peers
From ambush on us, struck one day in...Read more of this...

Something in me was born before the stars

by Fernando Pessoa
Something in me was born before the stars

And saw the sun begin from far away.

Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,

For it hath communed with an absolute day.

Through my Thought's night, as a worn robe's heard trail

That I have never seen, I drag this past

That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale

On the lost night before it, mute...Read more of this...

Hertha

by Algernon Charles Swinburne
 I AM that which began; 
 Out of me the years roll; 
 Out of me God and man; 
 I am equal and whole; 
God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul. 

 Before ever land was, 
 Before ever the sea, 
 Or soft hair of the grass, 
 Or fair...Read more of this...

The Island of Skyros

by John Masefield
 Here, where we stood together, we three men, 
Before the war had swept us to the East 
Three thousand miles away, I stand again 
And hear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast. 
We trod the same path, to the selfsame place, 
Yet here I stand, having beheld their graves, 
Skyros whose shadows the great seas erase, 
And...Read more of this...

To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine)

by Ellis Parker Butler
 Sweet Love and I had oft communed;
 We were, indeed, great friends,
And oft I sought his office, near
 Where Courtship Alley ends.

I used to sit with him, and smoke,
 And talk of your blue eyes,
And argue how I best might act
 To make your heart my prize.

He always seemed to have much time
 To hear me tell my joy,
So...Read more of this...

The Leaning Tower

by Robert William Service
 Having an aged hate of height
I forced myself to climb the Tower,
Yet paused at every second flight
Because my heart is scant of power;
Then when I gained the sloping summit
Earthward I stared, straight as a plummet.

When like a phantom by my side
I saw a man cadaverous;
At first I fancied him a guide,
For dimly he addressed me thus:
"Sir, where you stand,...Read more of this...

The Lover And The Moon

by Paul Laurence Dunbar
A lover whom duty called over the wave,
[Pg 30]With himself communed: "Will my love be true
If left to herself? Had I better not sue
Some friend to watch over her, good and grave?
But my friend might fail in my need," he said,
"And I return to find love dead.
Since friendships fade like the flow'rs of June,
I will leave her in...Read more of this...

Spirit That Form'd This Scene

by Walt Whitman
 SPIRIT that form’d this scene, 
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, 
These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, 
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness, 
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit—we have communed together, 
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; 
Was’t charged against my chants they had forgotten art? 
To fuse...Read more of this...

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