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Famous Deafened Poems by Famous Poets

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

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name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else

drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
-you are deafened every mother's son-
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone

but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence

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by Cummings, Edward Estlin (E E)



...evening air, 
 tired, not amused. 
Remember what you have said 
when from your pacific dream 
 you awaken 
at last, deafened by the scream 
of your own stench. You are dead....Read more of this...
by Levine, Philip
...t-stalk'd cane, cutters of the corn...even though their throats cracked and the strangeness of their voices deafened me. 

I hunger. My throat is dry. Now that the sun has set and I am chilled, I fear to call. (Eoho, my brothers!) 

I am a reaper. (Eoho!) All my oats are cradled. 
But I am too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger. 
I crack a grain. It has no taste to it. 
My throat is dry... 

O my brothers, I bea...Read more of this...
by Toomer, Jean
...artled eye 20 
Sees the falcon's shadow fly? 

Hearest thou voices on the shore  
That our ears perceive no more  
Deafened by the cataract's roar? 

Oh thou child of many prayers! 25 
Life hath quicksands Life hath snares! 
Care and age come unawares! 

Like the swell of some sweet tune 
Morning rises into noon  
May glides onward into June. 30 

Childhood is the bough where slumbered 
Birds and blossoms many numbered;¡ª 
Age that bough with snows encumb...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you - but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
Bu...Read more of this...
by Yeats, William Butler



...h my shrinking sight did pass
Until it seemed I must behold
Immensity made manifold;
Whispered to me a word whose sound
Deafened the air for worlds around,
And brought unmuffled to my ears
The gossiping of friendly spheres,
The creaking of the tented sky,
The ticking of Eternity.

I saw and heard, and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
And present, and forevermore.
The Universe, cleft to the core,
Lay open to my probing sense
That, sick'ning, I would fa...Read more of this...
by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...With fiendish cry he raised it high, and . . . swung at Lenin's head.
Oh I was blinded by the flash and deafened by the roar,
And in a mess of bloody mash I wallowed on the floor.
Then Alps of darkness on me fell, and when I saw again
The leprous light 'twas in a cell, and I was racked with pain;
And ringèd around by shapes of gloom, who hoped that I would die;
For of the crowd that crammed the Tomb the sole to live was I.
They told me I had dreamed a ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...stess might and skill,
And only Riley Dooleyvitch to swing it at his will.
He played it up, he played it down, nigh deafened by its roar,
'Til suddenly he raised his eyes, and there stood Lew Lamore.

Pig-eyed and heavy jowled he stood and puffed a big cigar;
As cool as though he ruled the roost in some Montmartre bar.
He seemed to say, "I've got a cinch, a double diamond hitch:
I'll skin this Muscovitish oaf, this Riley Dooleyvitch.

He shouted: "Stop ze wate...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...ess:
There is no God. Because I am hope. And hope must be 
 fed.
And then the great blue bell of silence is deafened, dumbed,
 and has become the tomb of the living dead....Read more of this...
by Schwartz, Delmore
...e;
     That motion ceased,—yet feeling strong
     Varied his look as changed the song;
     At length, no more his deafened ear
     The minstrel melody can hear;
     His face grows sharp,—his hands are clenched'
     As if some pang his heart-strings wrenched;
     Set are his teeth, his fading eye
     Is sternly fixed on vacancy;
     Thus, motionless and moanless, drew
     His parting breath stout Roderick Dhu!—
     Old Allan-bane looked on aghast,
     W...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...ne, and the words to be said, 
Were anxiously awaited. 

With a screech and a howl and an eldritch cry 
That nearly deafened his hearers 
He sprang from his bunk, and his fishy eye 
Looked over the laughing shearers. 

He looked them over and he looked them through 
As a cook might look through a larder; 
"Now, Big Barcoo, I must pick on you, 
You're big, but you'll fall the harder." 

Now, the silent man was but slight and thin 
And of middleweight conformation, ...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...es from common toil to dreams
or sickish and hurting or triumphal rapture;
always our enemy is our foe at home.
We, deafened with far scattered city rattles
to the hubbub of forest birds (never having
"had time" to grieve or to hear through vivid sleep
the sea knock on its cracked and hollow stones)
so that the stars, almost, and birds comply,
and the garden-wet; the trees retire; We are
a scared patrol, fearing the guns behind;
always the enemy is the foe at home.
Wh...Read more of this...
by García Lorca, Federico
...es from common toil to dreams
or sickish and hurting or triumphal rapture;
always our enemy is our foe at home.
We, deafened with far scattered city rattles
to the hubbub of forest birds (never having
"had time" to grieve or to hear through vivid sleep
the sea knock on its cracked and hollow stones)
so that the stars, almost, and birds comply,
and the garden-wet; the trees retire; We are
a scared patrol, fearing the guns behind;
always the enemy is the foe at home.
Wh...Read more of this...
by Wheelwright, John

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