Famous Fe Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Fe poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous fe poems. These examples illustrate what a famous fe poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...it otherwise, the worser for your think."
And then, just as I throw my scribbled paper on the floor,
The bottle says, "Fe, fi, fo, fum," and steams and shouts some more.
O sad deceiving ink, as bad as liquor in its way—
All demons of a bottle size have pranced from you to-day,
And seized my pen for hobby-horse as witches ride a broom,
And left a trail of brimstone words and blots and gobs of gloom.
And yet when I am extra good and say my prayers at night,
And mind my ma, an...Read more of this...
by
Lindsay, Vachel
...laubert,
He fished by obstinate isles;
Observed the elegance of Circe's hair
Rather than the mottoes on sun-dials.
Unaffected by "the march of events",
He passed from men's memory in l'an trentiesme
De son eage; the case presents
No adjunct to the Muses' diadem.
II.
The age demanded an image
Of its accelerated grimace,
Something for the modern stage,
Not, at any rate, an Attic grace;
Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries
Of the inward gaze;
Better mendacities
Than the ...Read more of this...
by
Pound, Ezra
...It makes no difference abroad --
The Seasons -- fit -- the same --
The Mornings blossom into Noons --
And split their Pods of Flame --
Wild flowers -- kindle in the Woods --
The Brooks slam -- all the Day --
No Black bird bates his Banjo --
For passing Calvary --
Auto da Fe -- and Judgment --
Are nothing to the Bee --
His separation from His Rose --
To Him -- sums Misery...Read more of this...
by
Dickinson, Emily
...Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.
Ef you don't, you'll fin' out sho'tly dat you's th'owed yo' fines' feelin'
In a place dat's all a bed o' thistles.
'Tain't no use a-goin' now, ez sho's you bo'n,
A-squeakin' of yo' whistle 'g'inst a gread big ho'n.
Ef you ain't got but a teenchy bit o' victuals on de table,
Whut' de ...Read more of this...
by
Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...vagina de le membra sue.
O divina virt?, se mi ti presti
tanto che l'ombra del beato regno
segnata nel mio capo io manifesti,
vedra'mi al pi? del tuo diletto legno
venire, e coronarmi de le foglie
che la materia e tu mi farai degno.
S? rade volte, padre, se ne coglie
per triunfare o cesare o poeta,
colpa e vergogna de l'umane voglie,
che parturir letizia in su la lieta
delfica deit? dovria la fronda
peneia, quando alcun di s? asseta.
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda:
for...Read more of this...
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Alighieri, Dante
...bruto se corta cuello,
pues del mismo corazón
los combatientes deseos
son holocausto poluto,
son materiales afectos,
y solamente del alma
en religiosos incendios
arde sacrificio puro
de adoración y silencio.
.....
Yo, pues, mi adorada Filis,
que tu deidad reverencio,
que tu desdén idolatro
y que tu rigor venero:
bien así, como la simple
amante que, en tornos ciegos,
es despojo de la llama
por tocar el lucimiento
como el ni...Read more of this...
by
Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...oneste piume.
«Chi v'ha guidati, o che vi fu lucerna,
uscendo fuor de la profonda notte
che sempre nera fa la valle inferna?
Son le leggi d'abisso così rotte?
o è mutato in ciel novo consiglio,
che, dannati, venite a le mie grotte?».
Lo duca mio allor mi diè di piglio,
e con parole e con mani e con cenni
reverenti mi fé le gambe e 'l ciglio.
Poscia rispuose lui: «Da me non venni:
donna scese del ciel, per li cui prieghi
de la mia compagnia costui sovvenni.
Ma da ch'è tu...Read more of this...
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Alighieri, Dante
...to sleep in the hay
At the end of a live-and-let-live day.
I find in the stubble of the new-cut weeds
A whisper and a feasting, all one needs:
The whisper of the strawberries, white and red
Here where the new-cut weeds lie dead.
But I would not walk all alone till I die
Without some life-drunk horns going by.
Up round this apple-earth they come
Blasting the whispers of the morning dumb:—
Cars in a plain realistic row.
And fair dreams fade
When the raw horns blow.
On each ...Read more of this...
by
Lindsay, Vachel
...mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he t...Read more of this...
by
Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
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