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Famous Decrepit Poems by Famous Poets

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
...hen the evening 
turned its back on the windows 
and plunged into grim night, 

At my decrepit back 
the candelabras guffawed and whinnied. 

You would not recognise me now: 
a bulging bulk of sinews, 
and writhing, 
What can such a clod desire? 
Though a clod, many things! 

The self does not care 
whether one is cast of bronze 
or the heart has an iron lining. 
At night the self only desires 
to steep its cl...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...d sores are cured with slime, 
That some strange day, will either the Quiet catch 
And conquer Setebos, or likelier He 
Decrepit may doze, doze, as good as die....Read More

by Dickinson, Emily
...His voice decrepit was with Joy --
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee --
Is it Delight or Woe --
Or Terror -- that do decorate
This livid interview --...Read More

by Marvell, Andrew

Blither than hare that hath escaped the hounds, 
The House prorogued, the Chancellor rebounds. 
Not so decrepit Aeson, hashed and stewed, 
With bitter herbs, rose from the pot renewed, 
And with fresh age felt his glad limbs unite; 
His gout (yet still he cursed) had left him quite. 
What frosts to fruit, what arsenic to the rat, 
What to fair Denham, mortal chocolate, 
What an account to Carteret, that, and more, 
A Parliament is to the Chancellor. 
...Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo pulse strong, but slow.
Bitter winds and fasts austere.
His quarantines and grottos, where
He slowly cures decrepit flesh,
And brings it infantile and fresh.
These exercises are the toys
And games with which he breathes his boys.
They bide their time, and well can prove,
If need were, their line from Jove,
Of the same stuff, and so allayed,
As that whereof the sun is made;
And of that fibre quick and strong
Whose throbs are love, whose thrills are song.Read More

by Butler, Ellis Parker
...air Dora’s heart,
 That ne’er was sold before!
Does anybody raise the bid?
 Will any offer more?”

“If not—,” but Count Decrepit rose,
 Infirm, decayed and slim;
“I hid my title!” and her heart
 Was there knocked down to him.

Well! titles may be more than love!
 I shall not rant nor rail;
For after all I much prefer
 Some heart that’s not for sale!...Read More

by Milton, John
...cept so to move, so shine, 
As might affect the earth with cold and heat 
Scarce tolerable; and from the north to call 
Decrepit winter; from the south to bring 
Solstitial summer's heat. To the blanc moon 
Her office they prescribed; to the other five 
Their planetary motions, and aspects, 
In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite, 
Of noxious efficacy, and when to join 
In synod unbenign; and taught the fixed 
Their influence malignant when to shower, 
Which of them ...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...ith demeanour kind, 
But stately in the main; and when he ended, 
I could have laughed myself to scorn to find 
In that decrepit Man so firm a mind. 
"God," said I, "be my help and stay secure; 
I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...ith demeanour kind, 
But stately in the main; and when he ended, 
I could have laughed myself to scorn to find 
In that decrepit Man so firm a mind. 
"God," said I, "be my help and stay secure; 
I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"...Read More

by Milton, John
...ief of all,
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse then chains,
Dungeon, or beggery, or decrepit age!
Light the prime work of God to me is extinct,
And all her various objects of delight
Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,
Inferiour to the vilest now become
Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me,
They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos'd
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong,
Within doors, or without, still as a fool,
In...Read More

by Shakespeare, William
...As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor ...Read More

by Williams, C K
...and: those first disquieting, uncertain, 
mystifying hours.
All morning a crew of workmen have been tearing the old decrepit roof
off our building,
and all morning, trying to distract myself, I've been wandering out to 
watch them
as they hack away the leaden layers of asbestos paper and disassemble 
the disintegrating drains.
After half a night of listening to the news, wondering how to know a 
hundred miles downwind
if and when to make a run for it and where, then a...Read More

by Browning, Robert
``When the blue breast of the dipping coot
``Dives under, and all is mute.
``So, at the last shall come old age,
``Decrepit as befits that stage;
``How else wouldst thou retire apart
``With the hoarded memories of thy heart,
``And gather all to the very least
``Of the fragments of life's earlier feast,
``Let fall through eagerness to find
``The crowning dainties yet behind?
``Ponder on the entire past
``Laid together thus at last,
``When the twilight helps to fuse
``The ...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...of price?
No charm is left now that could once entice
Wind-wavering fortune from her golden streams,
And full in flight decrepit purpose seems,
Trailing the banner of his old device. 
Within the house a frore and numbing air
Has chill'd endeavour: sickly memories reign
In every room, and ghosts are on the stair:
And hope behind the dusty window-pane
Watches the days go by, and bow'd with care
Forecasts her last reproach and mortal stain. 

Once I would say, before ...Read More

by Dryden, John
...ot thou nor those thy factious arts engage 
Shall reap that harvest of rebellious rage, 
With which thou flatterest thy decrepit age. 
The swelling poison of the several sects, 
Which, wanting vent, the nation's health infects, 
Shall burst its bag; and fighting out their way, 
The various venoms on each other prey. 
The Presbyter, puffed up with spiritual pride, 
Shall on the necks of the lewd nobles ride, 
His brethren damn, the civil power defy, 
And parcel out rep...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
The wandering phantom broke and fled,
Straightway I saw within my head
A vision of a ghostly bed, 

Where lay two worn decrepit men,
The fictions of a lawyer's pen,
Who never more might breathe again. 

The serving-man of Richard Roe
Wept, inarticulate with woe:
She wept, that waiting on John Doe. 

"Oh rouse", I urged, "the waning sense
With tales of tangled evidence,
Of suit, demurrer, and defence." 

"Vain", she replied, "such mockeries:
For morbid fancies, su...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
The bells of ages have intoned 
Again their rhythmic irony; 
And from the shadow, suddenly,
’Mid echoes of decrepit rage, 
The seer of our necessity 
Confronts a Tyrian heritage. 

Equipped with unobscured intent 
He smiles with lions at the gate,
Acknowledging the compliment 
Like one familiar with his fate; 
The lions, having time to wait, 
Perceive a small cloud in the skies, 
Whereon they look, disconsolate,
With scared, reactionary eyes. 

A shadow f...Read More

by Yeats, William Butler

What shall I do with this absurdity -
O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature,
Decrepit age that has been tied to me
As to a dog's tail?
 Never had I more
Excited, passionate, fantastical
Imagination, nor an ear and eye
That more expected the impossible -
No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly,
Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's back
And had the livelong summer day to spend.
It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack,
Cho...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...ast not my strength assay'd,Let her advise, who may command, preventDecrepit age, 'tis but a punishment;From me this honour thou alone shalt have,Without or fear or pain, to find thy grave."[Pg 373]"As He shall please, who dwelleth in the heavenAnd rules on ea...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna prayer.

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In boat or in horsecart
This way you cannot go
Deep water stands and lingers
In the decrepit snow
Surrounding the mansion
From every side by now..
Ah! Closely wails it over
The same Robinson Crusoe.
The sled, the skies, the horse
He will come by to see,
And later on the couch
He sits and waits for me
And with a short spore
He tears the rug in two.
Now the brief smile of mine
The mirror will not view.

...Read More

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