Famous Digesting Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Digesting poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous digesting poems. These examples illustrate what a famous digesting poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Subraman, Belinda
...oked around
others were reading
the same title
but in the regular way
I couldn’t determine
which was best,
eyes only
or digesting it my way.
Others began to notice me
and stare.
Made me feel *****.
I was in a restaurant though,
a fitting place to eat
and drink
so I ordered bourbon
and I kept on chewing.
I realized
their eyes
would never make them full....Read more of this...
by
Plath, Sylvia
...Head alone shows you in the prodigious act
Of digesting what centuries alone digest:
The mammoth, lumbering statuary of sorrow,
Indissoluble enough to riddle the guts
Of a whale with holes and holes, and bleed him white
Into salt seas. Hercules had a simple time,
Rinsing those stables: a baby's tears would do it.
But who'd volunteer to gulp the Laocoon,
The Dying Gaul and those innumerable pieta...Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
...y not the tin man
and his rainbow girl? Why not Racine,
his hair marcelled down to his chest?
Why not come as a stomach digesting
its worms? Why you little fellow
with your ears at attention and your
nose poking up like a microphone?
You whig emblem, you woman chaser,
who do you dance over the wide lawn tonight
clanging the garbage pail like great silver bells?...Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
...og inside whining for good
and the day commencing,
not to die, not to die,
as in the last day breaking,
a final day digesting itself,
lighter, lighter,
the endless colors,
the same old trees stepping toward me,
the rock unpacking its crevices,
breakfast like a dream
and the whole day to live through,
steadfast, deep, interior.
After the death,
after the black of black,
the lightness,—
not to die, not to die—
that God begot....Read more of this...
by
Plath, Sylvia
...,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice.
28 January 1963...Read more of this...
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