Famous Destitution Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Destitution poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous destitution poems. These examples illustrate what a famous destitution poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
T S (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage...Read more of this...
by
Emily Dickinson
Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness -- be spent --
But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate --
Until -- Resemblance perfect --
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature -- abdicate --
Exhibit Love -- somewhat --...Read more of this...
by
Emile Verhaeren
Long as unending threads, the long-drawn rain
Interminably, with its nails of grey,
Athwart the dull grey day,
Rakes the green window-pane—
So infinitely, endlessly, the rain,
The long, long rain.
The rain.
Since yesternight it keeps unravelling
Down from the frayed and flaccid rags that cling
About the sullen sky.
The low black sky;
Since yesternight, so slowly, patiently.
Unravelling its threads upon the roads.
Upon the roads and lanes, with even...Read more of this...
by
Emily Dickinson
In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy --
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature
Or Deity --
It comes, without a consternation --
Dissolves -- the same --
But leaves a sumptuous Destitution --
Without a Name --
Profane it by a search -- we cannot
It has no home --
Nor we who having once inhaled it --
Thereafter roam....Read more of this...
by
Thomas Hood
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,
Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities that show
That Death is in the dwelling!
Oh, very, very dreary is the room
Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles,
But smitten by the common stroke of doom,
The corpse lies on the trestles!
But house of woe, and hearse, and sable pall,
The...Read more of this...
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