Famous Flurries Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Flurries poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous flurries poems. These examples illustrate what a famous flurries poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...others or into a place.
The taking of lives--the Chief and Mrs. W.
Took theirs to stay together, as local ghosts.
Last flurries of kisses, the revolver's barrel,
Shivers of a story that a child might hear
And half remember, voices in the rushes,
A singing in the willows. From across the river,
Faint quavers of music, the same phrase twice and again,
Ranging and building. Over the high new bridge
The flashing of traffic homeward from the racetrack,
With one boat chugging unde...Read more of this...
by
Pinsky, Robert
...rket’s towers are in flames
Of ice and snow on Magdalen
Bridge with two figures in the
Deer Park wandering in white
Flurries of February dusk.
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James Fenton you are King
Of Oxford Poetry and Seamus
Heaney holds the Laureate’s Crown
With sceptre and with gown,
The carved heads have grown
On grey Sheldonian stone.
The railings on the ramparts
On York Wall held my breath
As I walked my ten year old
Spirit in rain and sun, wind
Willing me on while no one k...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
some flurries have whitened the edges of roads
and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &
turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going to
find something to write about I haven't already
written away: I will have to stop short, look
down, look up, look close, think, think, think:
but in what range should I think: should I
figure colors and outlines, given forms...Read more of this...
by
Ammons, A R
...THE wind is without there and howls in the trees,
And the rain-flurries drum on the glass:
Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees
I can number the hours as they pass.
Yet now, when to cheer me the crickets begin,
And my pipe is just happily lit,
Believe me, my friend, tho' the evening draws in,
That not all uncontested I sit.
Alone, did I say? O no, nowise alone
With the Past sitting warm on my knee,
To gossip of d...Read more of this...
by
Stevenson, Robert Louis
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