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Famous Deep Down Poems by Famous Poets

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...ain
In Dalton that would someday make his fortune.
There'd been some Boston people out to see it:
And experts said that deep down in the mountain
The mica sheets were big as plate-glass windows.
He'd like to take me there and show it to me.

"I'll tell you what you show me. You remember
You said you knew the place where once, on Kinsman,
The early Mormons made a settlement
And built a stone baptismal font outdoors—
But Smith, or someone, called them off the mountain
To go Wes...Read more of this...
by Frost, Robert



...ne ridge
How the last feast-day of Saint John
Shot rockets from Carraia bridge.
The luminous city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down in that river of ours,
While many a boat with lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
I will not hear these nightingales.

I seem to float, we seem to float
Down Arno's stream in festive guise;
A boat strikes flame into our boat,
And up that lady seems to rise
As then she rose. The shock had flashed
A vision on us! What a head,
What...Read more of this...
by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
...re colors and outlines, given forms, say
mailboxes, or should I try to plumb what is

behind what and what behind that, deep down
where the surface has lost its semblance: or

should I think personally, such as, this week
seems to have been crafted in hell: what: is

something going on: something besides this
diddledeediddle everyday matter-of-fact: I

could draw up an ancient memory which would
wipe this whole presence away: or I could fill

out my dreams with high syntheses...Read more of this...
by Ammons, A R
...ep, deep, with the moon a-peep,
 A grave in the frozen mould.
 Sing hey, sing ho, for the winds that blow,
 And a grave deep down in the ice and snow,
 A grave in the land of gold."

Day after day of darkness, the whirl of the seething snows; 
 Day after day of blindness, the swoop of the stinging blast; 
On through a blur of fury the swing of staggering blows;
 On through a world of turmoil, empty, inane and vast. 
Night with its writhing storm-whirl, night despairingly blac...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...re now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
  Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings....Read more of this...
by Hopkins, Gerard Manley



...so queerlike to lift--
I'll rest them just for a moment--oh, but to rest is sweet!
 The awful wind cannot get me, deep, deep down in the drift."

 "Father, a bitter cry I heard,
 Out of the night so dark and wild.
 Why is my heart so strangely stirred?
 'Twas like the voice of our erring child." 
 "Mother, mother, you only heard
 A waterfowl in the locked lagoon--
 Out of the night a wounded bird--
 Rest and sleep, 'twill be morning soon." 

Who is it talks of sleeping? I'll ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...rolley car and the 
elevated train
They make the weary city street reverberate with pain:
But there is yet an echo left deep down within my heart
Of the music the Main Street cobblestones made beneath a butcher's 
cart.
God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across 
the sky,
That's the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.
Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,
But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown....Read more of this...
by Kilmer, Joyce
...range or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought 
To gleam in open view. 

Deep down, concealed within my soul,
That light lies hid from men;
Yet, glows unquenched - though shadows roll,
Its gentle ray cannot control,
About the sullen den. 

Was I not vexed, in these gloomy ways
To walk alone so long?
Around me, wretches uttering praise,
Or howling o'er their hopeless days,
And each with Frenzy's tongue; - 

A brotherhood of misery...Read more of this...
by Brontë, Emily
...doned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I've ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse. A new-
born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through
the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
swaddled in strange air I was that alone
again, inventing life left after you.

I don't want to remember you as that
four o'clock in the morning eight months long
after you happened to me like ...Read more of this...
by Hacker, Marilyn
...

And the teamsters out on the Castlereagh, when they meet with a week of rain, 
And the waggon sinks to its axle-tree, deep down in the black-soil plain, 
When the bullocks wade in a sea of mud, and strain at the load of wool, 
And the cattle-dogs at the bullocks' heels are biting to make them pull, 
When the off-side driver flays the team, and curses tham while he flogs, 
And the air is thick with the language used, and the clamour of men and dogs -- 
The teamsters say, as ...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...the finished steel, chilled and blue,
By the oath of work they swear: “I know you.”

Hunted and hissed from the center
Deep down long ago when God made us over,
Deep down are the cinders we came from—
You and I and our heads of smoke.

Some of the smokes God dropped on the job
Cross on the sky and count our years
And sing in the secrets of our numbers;
Sing their dawns and sing their evenings,
Sing an old log-fire song:

You may put the damper up,
You may put the damper down...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...That rocked in a lilt along: I watched the poise 
Of her feet as they flew for a space, then paused to press 
The grass deep down with the royal burden of her: 
And gladly I'd offered my breast to the tread of her. 

'I like to see,' she said, and she crouched her down, 
She sunk into my sight like a settling bird; 
And her bosom crouched in the confines of her gown 
Like heavy birds at rest there, softly stirred 
By her measured breaths: 'I like to see,' said she, 
'The snap...Read more of this...
by Lawrence, D. H.
...a streak of stubbornness, wide and deep, 
Lies hid in a grain of Wheat. 

When the stock is swept by the hand of fate, 
Deep down in his bed of clay 
The brave brown Wheat will lie and wait 
For the resurrection day: 
Lie hid while the whole world thinks him dead; 
But the Spring-rain, soft and sweet, 
Will over the steaming paddocks spread 
The first green flush of the Wheat. 

Green and amber and gold it grows 
When the sun sinks late in the West; 
And the breeze sweeps ove...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...p of burning lime,
That the man should have his pall.

For he has a pall, this wretched man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!

And all the while the burning lime
Eats flesh and bone away,
It eats the brittle bone by night,
And the soft flesh by day,
It eats the flesh and bone by turns,
But it eats the heart alway.


For three long years they will not sow
Or root or...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar
...me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existance. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childlike pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it mean...Read more of this...
by Nin, Anais
...God."

Summat, whe was, or looked, or said, 
Went home and made me hang my head. 
I slunk away into the night 
Knowing deep down that she was right. 
I'd often hear[d] religious ranters, 
And put them down as windy canters, 
But this old mother made me see 
the harm I done by being me. 
Being both strong and given to sin 
I 'stracted weaker vessels in. 
So back to bar to get more drink, 
I didn't dare begin to think, 
And there were drinks and drunken singing, 
As though thi...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...ss the ocean! France rend down thy dungeon; 
Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;
Cast thy keys O Rome into the deep down falling, even to
eternity down falling, 
And weep! 
In her trembling hands she took the new, born terror howling;
On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the
atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king! 
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the
jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
The speary hand burned...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...d,
 We saw The Dutchman plunging,
 Full canvas, head to wind!

 We've heard the Midnight Leadsman
 That calls the black deep down --
 Ay, thrice we've heard The Swimmer,
 The Thing that may not drown.
 On frozen bunt and gasket
 The sleet-cloud drave her hosts,
 When, manned by more than signed with us
 We passed the Isle of Ghosts! 

 And north, amid the hummocks,
 A biscuit-toss below,
 We met the silent shallop
 That frighted whalers know;
 For, down a cruel ice-lane,
 Tha...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...women
And laying and lying of creeds;
Down with their cheating of childhood
And drunken orgies of war,—
down
down
deep down,
Till the devil's strength be shorn,
Till some dim, darker David, a-hoeing of his corn,
And married maiden, mother of God,
Bid the black Christ be born!
Then shall our burden be manhood,
Be it yellow or black or white;
And poverty and justice and sorrow,
The humble, and simple and strong
Shall sing with the sons of morning
And daughters o...Read more of this...
by Du Bois, W. E. B.
...lord or sir,
And touch their hat to no man! 

They carry in their swags perhaps,
A portrait and a letter--
And, maybe, deep down in their hearts,
The hope of "something better."
Where lonely miles are long to ride,
And long, hot days recurrent,
There's lots of time to think of men
They might have been--but weren't. 

They turn their faces to the west
And leave the world behind them
(Their drought-dry graves are seldom set
Where even mates can find them).
They know too little...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry

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