Famous Currant Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Currant poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous currant poems. These examples illustrate what a famous currant poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...he green swards.
Our blue ponds shimmer, covered with the white kiss of the snowy water-lilies; in the quincunxes, our currant bushes follow one another in procession; an iridescent insect teases the heart of a flower; the marvellous undergrowths are veined with gleams; and, like light bubbles, a thousand bees quiver along the arbours over the silver grapes.
The air is so lovely that it seems rainbow-hued; beneath the deep and radiant noons, it stirs as if it were roses of ...Read more of this...
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Verhaeren, Emile
...moon
Showed her a passer-by, inopportune
Indeed, but here he was, whistling and striding.
Lotta squeezed in between the currants, hiding.
"The best laid plans of mice and men," alas!
The stranger came indeed, but did not pass.
Instead, he leant upon the garden-gate,
Folding his arms and whistling. Lotta's state,
Crouched in the prickly currants, on wet grass,
Was far from pleasant. Still the stranger stayed,
And Lotta in her currants watched, dismayed.
He seemed a proper fell...Read more of this...
by
Lowell, Amy
...e makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You mu...Read more of this...
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Stevenson, Robert Louis
...ren, requesting to be heard."Oh, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,You shall feed on cherry pie and drink new currant wine,I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay,So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day."Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind:"Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I'll take your offer kind.Cherry pie is very nice and so is currant wine,But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine."...Read more of this...
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Goose, Mother
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