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Famous Connecticut Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...
Thy name an Earth, with mountains, fields and rivers. 

Nor by your streams alone, you rivers,
By you, your banks, Connecticut, 
By you, and all your teeming life, Old Thames, 
By you, Potomac, laving the ground Washington trod—by you Patapsco, 
You, Hudson—you, endless Mississippi—not by you alone, 
But to the high seas launch, my thought, his memory.

5
Lo, Soul, by this tomb’s lambency, 
The darkness of the arrogant standards of the world, 
With all its flaunting ...Read more of this...



by Bidart, Frank
...nything else;
but didn't do any good ...

--About six months ago, I heard Dad remarried,
so I drove over to Connecticut to see him and see
if he was happy.
 She was twenty-five years younger than him:
she had lots of little kids, and I don't know why,
I felt shaky ...

 I stopped in front of the address; and
snuck up to the window to look in ...
 --There he was, a kid
six months old on his lap, laughing
and bouncing the kid, happy in hi...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...People sit numbly at the counter 
waiting for breakfast or service. 
Today it's Hartford, Connecticut 
more than twenty-five years after 
the last death of Wallace Stevens. 
I have come in out of the cold 
and wind of a Sunday morning 
of early March, and I seem to be 
crying, but I'm only freezing 
and unpeeled. The waitress brings 
me hot tea in a cracked cup, 
and soon it's all over my paper, 
and so she refills it. I read 
slowly ...Read more of this...

by Ashbery, John
...heny and its boats
Were dark blue. The Moskowa is
Gray boats. The Amstel flows slowly.
Leaves fall into the Connecticut as it passes
Underneath. The Liffey is full of sewage,
Like the Seine, but unlike
The brownish-yellow Dordogne.
Mountains hem in the Colorado
And the Oder is very deep, almost
As deep as the Congo is wide.
The plain banks of the Neva are
Gray. The dark Saône flows silently.
And the Volga is long and wide
As it flows across the...Read more of this...

by Gluck, Louise
...Requiring something lovely on his arm
Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm,
His family's; later picking up the mammoth
Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off
On some third guy also up for the weekend.
But Saturday we still were paired; spent
It sprawled across that sprawling acreage
Until the grass grew limp
with damp. Like me. Johnston-baby, I can still see
The pelted clover, b...Read more of this...



by Lowell, Amy
...rs;
New Hampshire knows you,
And Massachusetts
And Vermont.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
Connecticut takes you from a river to the sea.
You are brighter than apples,
Sweeter than tulips,
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children,
The recollection of gardens of little children,
You are State Houses and Charters
And the familiar tread...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...table rose up, wet with the salt sea spray;
And Bristol sent her answering shout down Narragansett Bay!
Along the broad Connecticut old Hampden felt the thrill,
And the cheer of Hampshire's woodmen swept down from Holyoke Hill.

The voice of Massachusetts! Of her free sons and daughters,
Deep calling unto deep aloud, the sound of many waters!
Against the burden of that voice what tyrant power shall stand?
No fetters in the Bay State! No slave upon her land!

Look to it we...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...mind and strong of arm should fit together,
One thick where one is thin and vice versa.


New Hampshire raises the Connecticut  

In a trout hatchery near Canada,
But soon divides the river with Vermont.
Both are delightful states for their absurdly
Small towns—Lost Nation, Bungey, Muddy Boo,
Poplin, Still Corners (so called not because
The place is silent all day long, nor yet
Because it boasts a whisky still—because
It set out once to be a city and still
Is only co...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...e Delaware! 
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan! 
Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! Land of Vermont and Connecticut! 
Land of the ocean shores! Land of sierras and peaks!
Land of boatmen and sailors! Fishermen’s land! 
Inextricable lands! the clutch’d together! the passionate ones! 
The side by side! the elder and younger brothers! the bony-limb’d! 
The great women’s land! the feminine! the experienced sisters and the
 inexperienced sisters! 
Far breath’d land...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace
...There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one comes to the first black cataracts
And trees that lack the intelligence of trees.

In that river, far this side of Stygia,
The mere flowing of the water is a gayety,
Flashing and flashing in the sun. On its banks,

No shadow walks. The river is fateful,
Like the last one. But the...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace
...of blackbirds 
Flying in a green light, 
Even the bawds of euphony 
Would cry out sharply. 

XI 
He rode over Connecticut 
In a glass coach. 
Once, a fear pierced him, 
In that he mistook 
The shadow of his equipage 
For blackbirds. 

XII 
The river is moving. 
The blackbird must be flying. 

XIII 
It was evening all afternoon. 
It was snowing 
And it was going to snow. 
The blackbird sat 
In the cedar-limbs. 

...Read more of this...

by Hall, Donald
...lso, perhaps in relief that Providence had delivered us
yet again, or perhaps--under conditions of extremity--
far from Connecticut--finding there creatures
acutely ridiculous, so avid
to swallow their own blood. First one, and then the other collapsed, dying,
bloodless in the snow black with their own blood,
and Kantiuk retrieved
his turnoks, and hacked lean meat
from the thigh of the larger wolf, which we ate
grateful, blessing the Creator, for we were hungry....Read more of this...

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