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Famous Film Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Film poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous film poems. These examples illustrate what a famous film poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Tebb, Barry
...ainbow’ and the children drew

The waterfall with Gudrun bathing, I showed

Them Gauguin and Fra Angelico in gold and a film

On painting from life, and the nude girls

Bothered no-one.

It was the Sixties -

Art was life and life was art and in the

Staff-room we talked of poetry and politics

And passionately I argued with John. a clinical

Psychologist, on Freud and Jung; Anne, at forty

One, wanted to be sterilised and amazingly asked

My advice but that was how...Read More

by Whitman, Walt babes, 
Or strangely in the coffin’d dead, 
Or show of breaking dawn or stars by night, 
As some dissolving delicate film of dreams, 
Hiding yet lingering.

Two little breaths of words comprising it. 
Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it. 

How ardently for it! 
How many ships have sail’d and sunk for it! 
How many travelers started from their homes and ne’er return’d!
How much of genius boldly staked and lost for it! 
What countless stores of ...Read More

by Tebb, Barry Edwardian

Beach, Margaret and I

Hand-in-hand walked

Through the lens

And lay on the sand.


The 3D film

Came to ‘The Princess’

And when the huge

Hypodermic lunged

From the screen

Margaret clutched

At me convulsively.

The feast at

Hunslet Moor

Roared its music

Into the night

We passed over

The bridge out

Of sight of

The streets, past

Hudswell Clark’s

Giant doors, past

The war day-nursery

We stopped at

The railway crossing

At the...Read More

by Bidart, Frank
...visited-by-movie-stars town.
"Better to be a big fish in a little pond."

And he was: when they came to shoot a film,
he entertained them; Miss A--, who wore
nothing at all under her mink coat; Mr. M--,
good horseman, good shot.

"But when your mother 
let me down" (for alcoholism and
infidelity, she divorced him)
"and Los Angeles wouldn't give us water any more,
I had to leave.

We were the first people to grow potatoes in this valley."

When he began...Read More

by Rich, Adrienne

How calm, how inoffensive these words
begin to seem to me 

though begun in grief and anger
Can I break through this film of the abstract 

without wounding myself or you
there is enough pain here 

This is why the classical of the jazz music station plays?
to give a ground of meaning to our pain? 


The silence strips bare:
In Dreyer's Passion of Joan 

Falconetti's face, hair shorn, a great geography
mutely surveyed by the camera 

If there were a poetry where th...Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Dæmon film,
Thou must mount for love,—
Into vision which all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel,
On which all beings ride,
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like,
When good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.
There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blo...Read More

by Dickinson, Emily
I must guess—
How many times it ache for me—today—Confess—
How many times for my far sake
The brave eyes film—
But I guess guessing hurts—
Mine—get so dim!

Too vague—the face—
My own—so patient—covers—
Too far—the strength—
My timidness enfolds—
Haunting the Heart—
Like her translated faces—
Teasing the want—
It—only—can suffice!


A solemn thing—it was—I said—
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me fit—
Her blameless myster...Read More

by Keats, John
...bulky worth
Is friendship, whence there ever issues forth
A steady splendour; but at the tip-top,
There hangs by unseen film, an orbed drop
Of light, and that is love: its influence,
Thrown in our eyes, genders a novel sense,
At which we start and fret; till in the end,
Melting into its radiance, we blend,
Mingle, and so become a part of it,--
Nor with aught else can our souls interknit
So wingedly: when we combine therewith,
Life's self is nourish'd by its proper pith,
And w...Read More

by Coleridge, Samuel Taylor goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.
Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature
Gives it dim sympathies with me who live,
Making it a companionable form,
Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
By its own moods interprets, every where
Echo or mirror seeking of itself,
And makes a toy of Thought....Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day

Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold sway

As my memory veers backwards this temperate Boxing Day-

Westerns and war films and a blurred Maigret,

Coupled with a worn-out sixties Penguin Mallarm?-

How about that mix for a character trait?

Try as I may I can’t get my head round the manifold virtue...Read More

by Soyinka, Wole
...Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors. Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes. The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.

Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
Dances for limpet clients.
Applau...Read More

by Plath, Sylvia
...made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.

He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue --
How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!
Those sugary planets whose influence won for him
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.
Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.
Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good....Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
To all for whom that cross hath made it sure! 


But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew, 
And dull the film along his dim eye grew; 
His limbs stretch'd fluttering, and his head droop'd o'er 
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore: 
He press'd the hand he held upon his heart — 
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain, 
For that faint throb which answers not again. 
"It beats!" — Away, thou dreamer! ...Read More

by Raine, Kathleen
...was the Garden
a Disney-land
of virtual reality,
in place of angels
the human imagination
is peopled with foot-ballers
film-stars, media-men,
experts, know-all
television personalities,
animated puppets
with cartoon faces —
To whom can we pray
for release from illusion,
from the world-cave,
but Time the destroyer,
the liberator, the purifier?

The curse of Midas
has changed at a touch,
a golden handshake
earthly paradise
to lifeless matter,
where once was seed-time,
summer a...Read More

by Milton, John
Guiana, whose great city Geryon's sons 
Call El Dorado. But to nobler sights 
Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, 
Which that false fruit that promised clearer sight 
Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue 
The visual nerve, for he had much to see; 
And from the well of life three drops instilled. 
So deep the power of these ingredients pierced, 
Even to the inmost seat of mental sight, 
That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes, 
Sunk down, and a...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...m out in a cobblestone alley. Then they shot

some footage of him. He ranted and raved and they put it

down on film.

 Later on, probably, a different voice will be dubbed in.

It will be a noble and eloquent voice denouncing man's in-

humanity to man in no uncertain terms.

 "Trout Fishing in America Shorty, Mon Amour. "

 His soliloquy beginning with, "I was once a famous skip-

tracer known throughout America as 'Grasshopper Nijinsky.'

Nothin...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...finger the almandine
Shot out its rays, incarnadine.
"Visions for those too tired to sleep.
These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.
No single soul in the world could dwell,
Without these poppy-seeds I sell."
For a moment he played with the shining stuff,
Passing it through his fingers. Enough
At last, he poured it back into
The china jar of Holland blue,
Which he carefully carried to its place.
Then, with a smile on his aged face,
He drew up a c...Read More

by Collins, Billy
...ges of an album of photographs-
you up on a pony or blowing out candles in a conic hat.

How about a short animated film, a slide presentation?
Your life expressed in an essay, or in one model photograph?
Wouldn't any form be better than this sudden flash?
Your whole existence going off in your face
in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography-
nothing like the three large volumes you envisioned.

Survivors would have us believe in a brilliance
here, some bolt of tru...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
Read from my will.

 * III * 

May Snow

Upon fresh ground falls and melts
At once unnoticed a thin film.
The harsh and chilly spring
The ripened buds does kill.
Sight of early death is so horrid
That I can't look at God's creation, and am riven
With sadness, to which king David
Millenia of life has given.

x x x

Why do you pretend to be
A wind, a bird, or a stone?
Why do you smile at me
From the sky with a sudden dawn?

D...Read More

by Zaran, Lisa
...n a pale sky.

The television is tuned to CNN.
The world's tragedies flicker
across your face like some
foreign film.

You are expressionless.
Your usual gestures ground to salt.

How do you explain yourself
to people that do not know you?
How do you explain to them,
this is me; that is not me.

However many words you choose
in whatever context with
whichever adjectives you use
could not compare.

Even you describing you
would not be you.
Not t...Read More

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