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Famous Crossing Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
...at thrashed it?! 

I, 
mocked by my contemporaries 
like a prolonged 
dirty joke, 
I perceive whom no one sees, 
crossing the mountains of time. 

Where men¡¯s eyes stop short, 
there, at the head of hungry hordes, 
the year 1916 cometh 
in the thorny crown of revolutions. 

In your midst, his precursor, 
I am where pain is ¨C everywhere; 
on each drop of the tear-flow 
I have nailed myself on the cross. 
Nothing is left to forgive. 
I¡¯ve c...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Sunset and evening star, 
And one clear call for me! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar, 
When I put out to sea, 

But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 
Too full for sound and foam, 
When that which drew from out the boundless deep 
Turns again home. 

Twilight and evening bell, 
And after that the dark! 
And may there be no sadness ...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ake them;
Each one thought in his heart, that he, too, would go and do likewise.
Thus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the breezy veranda,
Entered the hall of the house, where already the supper of Basil
Waited his late return; and they rested and feasted together.

Over the joyous feast the sudden darkness descended.
All was silent without, and, illuming the landscape with silver,
Fair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars; but within doors,
Brighter than...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...s it as his own. 
 The monster-youth laughed at the silv'ry beard, 
 And, sword in hand, a murderer glad appeared. 
 Crossing his arms, he cried, "'Tis my turn now!" 
 And the black mounted knights in solemn row 
 Were judges of the strife. Before them lay 
 The sleeping Mahaud—and not far away 
 The fatal pit, near which the champion knight 
 With evil Emperor must contend for right, 
 Though weaponless he was. And yawned the pit 
 Expectant which should be engulfe...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...lipper; 
A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder. 

Sauntering the pavement, thus, or crossing the ceaseless ferry, faces, and faces, and
 faces: 
I see them, and complain not, and am content with all.

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Do you suppose I could be content with all, if I thought them their own finale? 

This now is too lamentable a face for a man; 
Some abject louse, asking leave to be—cringing for it; 
Some milk-nosed maggot, blessing what lets it wrig to...Read more of this...



by Hikmet, Nazim
...Africa.
And waiving his long hairy arms,
 a gorilla is sobbing...


FROM THE AUTHOR'S NOTEBOOK


We're crossing the Indian Ocean.
We're drinking in the air
 like a heavy, faint-smelling syrup.
An keeping our eyes on the yellow beacon of Singapore
-- leaving Australia on the right,
 Madagascar on the left --
and putting our faith in the fuel in the tank,
 we're heading for the China Sea...


 From the journal of a deckhand named John aboard...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...r> 

There are stars and faces. 
There is ketchup and guitars. 
There is the hand of a small child 
when you're crossing the street. 
There is the old man's last words: 
More light! More light! 
Ms. Dog wouldn't give them her buttocks. 
She wouldn't moon at them. 
Just at the killers of the dream. 
The bus boys of the soul. 
Or at death 
who wants to make her a mummy. 
And you too! 
Wants to stuf her in a cold shoe 
and then amputate the fo...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...Old ragged elms, old thorns innumerable,
The sound of the rain or sound
Of every wind that blows;
The stilted water-hen
Crossing Stream again
Scared by the splashing of a dozen cows;

A winding stair, a chamber arched with stone,
A grey stone fireplace with an open hearth,
A candle and written page.
Il Penseroso's Platonist toiled on
In some like chamber, shadowing forth
How the daemonic rage
Imagined everything.
Benighted travellers
From markets and from fairs
Have s...Read more of this...

by Dyke, Henry Van
...re stately,
Languid, slow, serene;
All the dancers move sedately,
Stepping leisurely and straitly,
With a courtly mien;
Crossing hands and changing places,
Bowing low between,
While the minuet inlaces
Waving arms and woven paces,--
Glittering damaskeen.
Where is she whose form is folden
In its royal sheen?
>From our longing eyes withholden
By her mystic girdle golden,
Beauty sought but never seen,
Music walks the maze, a queen.


VIII

THE SYMPHONY

Music, they do the...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...nge—I thread the valley and cross the river, 
I see the clear waters of Lake Tahoe—I see forests of majestic pines,
Or, crossing the great desert, the alkaline plains, I behold enchanting mirages of waters
 and
 meadows; 
Marking through these, and after all, in duplicate slender lines, 
Bridging the three or four thousand miles of land travel, 
Tying the Eastern to the Western sea, 
The road between Europe and Asia.

(Ah Genoese, thy dream! thy dream! 
Centuries after th...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...mers gave them ball for ball, 
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall, 
Chasing the red-coats down the lane, 
Then crossing the fields to emerge again 
Under the trees at the turn of the road, 
And only pausing to fire and load. 

So through the night rode Paul Revere; 
And so through the night went his cry of alarm 
To every Middlesex village and farm,-- 
A cry of defiance, and not of fear, 
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, 
And a word that sha...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...> .
A headlight searches a snowstorm.
A funnel of white light shoots from over the pilot of the Pioneer Limited crossing Wisconsin.

In the morning hours, in the dawn,
The sun puts out the stars of the sky
And the headlight of the Limited train.

The fireman waves his hand to a country school teacher on a bobsled.
A boy, yellow hair, red scarf and mittens, on the bobsled, in his lunch box a pork chop sandwich and a V of gooseberry pie.

The horses fath...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...f night-roses, radiant, holding his bride by the hand, 
Hears the infernal call, the death-pledge of the horn. 

To crossing swords, and grey hairs bared to heaven, 
The clear, electric base and baritone of the world, 
The trombone duo—Libertad forever!

From Spanish chestnut trees’ dense shade, 
By old and heavy convent walls, a wailing song, 
Song of lost love—the torch of youth and life quench’d in despair, 
Song of the dying swan—Fernando’s heart is breaking. 

Aw...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...es of verdure and gold. 

I see the Brazilian vaquero; 
I see the Bolivian ascending Mount Sorata; 
I see the Wacho crossing the plains—I see the incomparable rider of horses with his lasso
 on
 his
 arm;
I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for their hides. 

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I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited; 
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still; 
I see ten fishermen waiting—they discover now a thick s...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...s of the turnpike—along the dry gulch and rivulet bed; 
Weeding my onion-patch, or hoeing rows of carrots and parsnips—crossing
 savannas—trailing in forests; 
Prospecting—gold-digging—girdling the trees of a new purchase; 
Scorch’d ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow
 river; 
Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead—where the buck turns
 furiously at the hunter;
Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock—where the otte...Read more of this...

by Hacker, Marilyn
...ere a girl . . .)
He writes a line. He crosses out a line. 

I'll never be a man, but there's a boy
crossing out words: the rain, the linen-mender,
are all the homework he will do today.
The absence and the priviledge of gender

confound in him, soprano, clumsy, frail.
Not neuter—neutral human, and unmarked,
the younger brother in the fairy tale
except, boys shouted "Jew!" across the park

at him when he was coming home from school.
The book th...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace
...

IV 

The Idea of a Colony 

280 Nota: his soil is man's intelligence. 
281 That's better. That's worth crossing seas to find. 
282 Crispin in one laconic phrase laid bare 
283 His cloudy drift and planned a colony. 
284 Exit the mental moonlight, exit lex, 
285 Rex and principium, exit the whole 
286 Shebang. Exeunt omnes. Here was prose 
287 More exquisite than any tumbling verse: 
288 A still new continent in which to dwell. 
289...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...
This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out
 That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for crossing the ocean,
 And that was to tingle his bell.

He was thoughtful and grave--but the orders he gave
 Were enough to bewilder a crew.
When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!"
 What on earth was the helmsman to do?

Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
 A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That frequently ha...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...d meet the worst his fears foreshow?—
     Thus Ellen, dizzy and astound,
     As sudden ruin yawned around,
     By crossing terrors wildly tossed,
     Still for the Douglas fearing most,
     Could scarce the desperate thought withstand,
     To buy his safety with her hand.
     XXXII.

     Such purpose dread could Malcolm spy
     In Ellen's quivering lip and eye,
     And eager rose to speak,—but ere
     His tongue could hurry forth his fear,
     Had Dou...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...eady, you see,
And bloodied are the branches dark
Of slowly blooming quicken-tree.

Blindingly elegant is she,
Crossing her legs that don't feel cold
Upon the northern stone sits she
And calmly looks upon the road.

I felt the gloomy, dusky fear
Before this woman of delight
As on her shoulders played alone
The rays of miserable light.

And how could I forgive her yet
Your shining praise by love deluded
Look, she is happily in sorrow,
And in such e...Read more of this...

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