Famous Follower Poems by Famous Poets

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

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Whoever You are Holding Me now in Hand

by Walt Whitman
 WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand, 
Without one thing, all will be useless, 
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further, 
I am not what you supposed, but far different. 

Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections? 

The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive; 
You...Read more of this...

Great are the Myths

by Walt Whitman
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GREAT are the myths—I too delight in them; 
Great are Adam and Eve—I too look back and accept them; 
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages, inventors, rulers,
 warriors,
 and priests. 
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower; 
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out...Read more of this...

The Poet's Love For Liveliness

by Victor Hugo
 ("Moi, quelque soit le monde.") 
 
 {XV., May 11, 1830.} 


 For me, whate'er my life and lot may show, 
 Years blank with gloom or cheered by mem'ry's glow, 
 Turmoil or peace; never be it mine, I pray, 
 To be a dweller of the peopled earth, 
 Save 'neath a roof alive with children's mirth...Read more of this...

Oonts

by Rudyard Kipling
 Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire?
It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' down to fire;
But it's everlastin' waitin' on a everlastin' road
For the commissariat camel an' 'is commissariat load.
 O the oont*, O the oont, O the commissariat oont!
 With 'is silly neck a-bobbin' like a basket full o' snakes;
 We packs...Read more of this...

Follower

by Seamus Heaney
 My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue. 

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck 

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His...Read more of this...

Yasmini

by Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
   At night, when Passion's ebbing tide
     Left bare the Sands of Truth,
   Yasmini, resting by my side,
     Spoke softly of her youth.

   "And one" she said "was tall and slim,
     Two crimson rose leaves made his mouth,
   And I...Read more of this...

A Lovers Call XXVII

by Kahlil Gibran
 Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little 
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you 
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? 


Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of 
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon 
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice? 


Or amongst the books,...Read more of this...

The Dream-Follower

by Thomas Hardy
 A dream of mine flew over the mead 
 To the halls where my old Love reigns; 
And it drew me on to follow its lead: 
 And I stood at her window-panes; 

And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone 
 Speeding on to its cleft in the clay; 
And my dream was scared, and expired...Read more of this...

Sonnet LXI

by Francesco Petrarch
SONNET LXI. S' onesto amor può meritar mercede. HE PRAYS THAT, IN REWARD FOR HIS LONG AND VIRTUOUS ATTACHMENT, SHE WILL VISIT HIM IN DEATH.  If Mercy e'er rewardeth virtuous love,If Pity still can do, as she has done,I shall have rest, for clearer than the sunMy lady and the world my...Read more of this...

A Satyre Against Mankind

by John Wilmot
 Were I - who to my cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man -
A spirit free to choose for my own share
What sort of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal,
Who is so proud of being rational.

His senses are too gross; and he'll contrive
A...Read more of this...

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