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Famous Cracking Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...of what I behold, Libertad. 

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When million-footed Manhattan, unpent, descends to her pavements;
When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the proud roar I love; 
When the round-mouth’d guns, out of the smoke and smell I love, spit their salutes; 
When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me—when heaven-clouds canopy my city with a
 delicate thin haze; 
When, gorgeous, the countless straight stems, the forests at the wharves, thicken with
 colors;

When every s...Read more of this...



by Sexton, Anne
...in the trash 
ten years now. She used the return ticket I gave her. 
This was the rude kill of her; two planes cracking 
in mid-air over Washington, like blind birds. 
And the picking up afterwards, the morticians tracking 
bodies in the Potomac and piecing them like boards 
to make a leg or a face. There is only her miniature 
photograph left, too long now for fear to remember. 
Special tonight because I made her into a story 
that I grew to know and sav...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...ierce solar energy, Mademoiselle,
take some ice, take come snow, take a month of rain
and you would gutter in the dark, cracking up your brain.

Mother of fire, let me stand at your devouring gate
as the sun dies in your arms and you loosen it's terrible weight.



2. ANGEL OF CLEAN SHEETS

Angel of clean sheets, do you know bedbugs?
Once in the madhouse they came like specks of cinnamon
as I lay in a choral cave of drugs,
as old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton.<...Read more of this...

by Basho, Matsuo
...Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
 cracking in the cold....Read more of this...

by Lehman, David
...d, poems that can be written 
only when the poet is clad in black underwear. 

But that's Jorie for you. Always cracking wise, always where
the action is, the lights, and the sexy lingerie. 
Poems, she said, were meant to be written 
on the run, like ladders on the stockings of a gun moll 
at a bar. Jorie had to introduce the other poet with the fabulous hair
that night. She'd have preferred to work out at the gym. 

She'd have preferred to work out wi...Read more of this...



by Yevtushenko, Yevgeny
...poet stood,
 as the sailor's adopted brother,
against a background
 you might call native to him.
Our Bilbao loved cracking jokes.
He would say:
 'On this best of possible planets 
there are prostitutes and politutes -- 
as I'm a poet,
 I prefer the former.'"
And Neruda comments, with a hint of slyness:
"A poet is
 beyond the rise and fall of values.
It's not hard to remove us from the center,
but the spot where they set us down
 becomes the center!"
I rememb...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...mping,
All that frisking and twisting and coupling,
While slowly our poor friend's leaves were swamping
And clasps were cracking and covers suppling!
As if you bad carried sour John Knox
To the play-house at Paris, Vienna or Munich,
Fastened him into a front-row box,
And danced off the ballet with trousers and tunic.

IX.

Come, old martyr! What, torment enough is it?
Back to my room shall you take your sweet self.
Good-bye, mother-beetle; husband-eft, _sufficit!_...Read more of this...

by Baudelaire, Charles
...legant and strong, would have the right 
To be proud to have beauty named their king; 
Virgin fruit free of blemish and cracking, 
Whose flesh smooth and firm would summon a bite! 
The Poet today, when he would convey 
This native grandeur, would not be swept away 
By man free and woman natural, 
But would feel darkness envelop his soul 
Before this black tableau full of loathing. 
O malformed monsters crying for clothing! 
O ludicrous heads! Torsos needing disguise! 
O p...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...heir monument and mine.


 V. The Road at My Door

An affable Irregular,
A heavily-built Falstaffian man,
Comes cracking jokes of civil war
As though to die by gunshot were
The finest play under the sun.

A brown Lieutenant and his men,
Half dressed in national uniform,
Stand at my door, and I complain
Of the foul weather, hail and rain,
A pear-tree broken by the storm.

I count those feathered balls of soot
The moor-hen guides upon the stream.
To silence ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ouds of dust, the glint of
 bayonets;
I see the grime-faced cannoniers—I mark the rosy flash amid the smoke—I hear the
 cracking of the guns: 
—Nor war alone—thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every sight of fear, 
The deeds of ruthless brigands—rapine, murder—I hear the cries for help! 
I see ships foundering at sea—I behold on deck, and below deck, the terrible
 tableaux. 

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O trumpeter! methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest!
Thou melt’st my heart, ...Read more of this...

by Soto, Gary
...I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...Crazy Place Now.





 Eventually the seasons would take care of their wooden

names like a sleepy short-order cook cracking eggs over a

grill next to a railroad station. Whereas the well-to-do

would have their names for a long time written on marble

hers d'oeuvres like horses trotting up the fancy paths to the sky.

 I fished Graveyard Creek in the dusk when the hatch was on

and worked some good trout out of there. Only the poverty of

 the dead bothered ...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...wn;
Buckets and baskets of fire exploding and chortling, fire running wild out of the steady and fastened ovens;
Sparks cracking a harr-harr-huff from a solar-plexus of rock-ribs of the earth taking a laugh for themselves;
Ears and noses of fire, gibbering gorilla arms of fire, gold mud-pies, gold bird-wings, red jackets riding purple mules, scarlet autocrats tumbling from the humps of camels, assassinated czars straddling vermillion balloons;
I saw then the fires flash one b...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...r life or death—fought over long, 
’Mid cannon’s thunder-crash, and many a curse, and groan and yell—and rifle-volleys
 cracking sharp, 
And moving masses, as wild demons surging—and lives as nothing risk’d, 
For thy mere remnant, grimed with dirt and smoke, and sopp’d in blood;
For sake of that, my beauty—and that thou might’st dally, as now, secure up there, 
Many a good man have I seen go under. 

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Now here, and these, and hence, in peace all thine, O Flag! 
And here...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...e road snaking about a hill.
The orchards are filled
With cherry blossoms at butterfly poise.
Hawthorn buds are cracking,
And in the distance a shepherd is clacking
His shears, snip-snipping the wool from his sheep.
The notes are asleep,
Lying adrift on the air
In level lines
Like sunlight hanging in pines and pines,
Strung and threaded,
All imbedded
In the blue-green of the hazy pines.
Lines -- long, straight lines!
And stems,
Long, straight stems
Pushing up
...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ay along the hall, 
That Galahad would sit down in Merlin's chair. 

`And all at once, as there we sat, we heard 
A cracking and a riving of the roofs, 
And rending, and a blast, and overhead 
Thunder, and in the thunder was a cry. 
And in the blast there smote along the hall 
A beam of light seven times more clear than day: 
And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail 
All over covered with a luminous cloud. 
And none might see who bare it, and it past. 
But ...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...ch at leaves,
And run in a moonless place;
And I hear a crashing of terrible rocks flung down,
And shattering trees and cracking walls,
And a net of intense white flame roars over the town,
And someone cries; and darkness falls . . .
But now she has leaned and smiled at me,
My veins are afire with music,
Her eyes have kissed me, my body is turned to light;
I shall dream to her secret heart tonight . . . '

He rises and moves away, he says no word,
He f...Read more of this...

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...d and crated scenery,
what can it prove?
I am tired of breathing this eroded air,
this dryness in which the monument is cracking."

It is an artifact 
of wood. Wood holds together better
than sea or cloud or and could by itself,
much better than real sea or sand or cloud.
It chose that way to grow and not to move.
The monument's an object, yet those decorations,
carelessly nailed, looking like nothing at all,
give it away as having life, and wishing;
wanting t...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...ning throat.
He felt the veins in his body bloat,
And the hot blood run like fire and stones
Along the sides of his cracking bones.
But he laughed as he staggered towards the door,
And he laughed aloud as he sank on the floor.

The Coroner took the body away,
And the watches were sold that Saturday.
The Auctioneer said one could seldom buy
Such watches, and the prices were high....Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...
Your cursed puttee's trailing as you run;
 You feel you'd sell your soul to have a drink.
The acrid air is full of cracking whips.
 You wonder how it is you're going still.
You foam with rage. Oh, God! to be at grips
 With someone you can rush and crush and kill.
Your sleeve is dripping blood; you're seeing red;
 You're battle-mad; your turn is coming now.
See! there's the jagged barbed wire straight ahead,
 And there's the trench -- you'll get there ...Read more of this...

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