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Famous Footless Poems by Famous Poets

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...e sounds that for these fifty years have been. 

The whisper of the aspens is not drowned, 
And over lightless pane and footless road, 
Empty as sky, with every other sound
No ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode,

A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails
In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom, 
In the tempest or the night of nightingales, 
To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room.

And it would be the same were no house near. 
Over all sorts of weather, men...Read more of this...
by Thomas, Edward



...ter and luxurious god. 
 Thee also with fair flesh and singing spell 
 Did she, a sad and second prey, compel 
Into the footless places once more trod, 
 And shadows hot from hell. 

And now no sacred staff shall break in blossom, 
 No choral salutation lure to light 
 A spirit sick with perfume and sweet night 
And love's tired eyes and hands and barren bosom. 
 There is no help for these things; none to mend, 
 And none to mar; not all our songs, O friend, 
Will make death ...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...
Leaps on the land that rings
From her bright feet
Through all its lava-black
Cones that cast answer back
And cliffs of footless track
Where thunders meet.

The light speaks wide and loud
From deeps blown clean of cloud
As though day's heart were proud
And heaven's were glad;
The towers brown-striped and grey
Take fire from heaven of day
As though the prayers they pray
Their answers had.

Higher in these high first hours
Wax all the keen church towers,
And higher all hearts o...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...that the Night waxed wan,
As though with an awed sense of such ostent;
And as I thought my spirit ranged on and on

In footless traverse through ghast heights of sky,
To the last chambers of the monstrous Dome,
Where stars the brightest here to darkness die:
Then, any spot on our own Earth seemed Home!

And the sick grief that you were far away
Grew pleasant thankfulness that you were near,
Who might have been, set on some outstep sphere,
Less than a Want to me, as day by da...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas
...alf not harsh in the ears of Youth.

Between the bud and the blown flower
Youth talked with joy and grief an hour,
With footless joy and wingless grief
And twin-born faith and disbelief
Who share the seasons to devour;
And long ere these made up their sheaf
Felt the winds round him shake and shower
The rose-red and the blood-red leaf,
Delight whose germ grew never grain,
And passion dyed in its own pain.

Then he stood up, and trod to dust
Fear and desire, mistrust and trust,...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles



...careen,
 The spray of seas unseen
Smokes round my head and freezes in the falling;
 South where the corals breed,
 The footless, floating weed
Folds me and fouls me, strake on strake upcrawling.

 I that was clean to run
 My race against the sun --
Strength on the deep, am bawd to all disaster --
 Whipped forth by night to meet
 My sister's careless feet,
And with a kiss betray her to my master!

 Man made me, and my will
 Is to my maker still --
To him and his, our peoples ...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...r be overborne with night.



I set the trumpet to my lips and blow.
The night is broken northward; the pale plains
And footless fields of sun-forgotten snow
Feel through their creviced lips and iron veins
Such quick breath labour and such clean blood flow
As summer-stricken spring feels in her pains
When dying May bears June, too young to know
The fruit that waxes from the flower that wanes;
Strange tyrannies and vast,
Tribes frost-bound to their past,
Lands that are loud al...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...n is France.
Good France; my France,
Wilt never walk on glory's hills again?
Wilt never work among thy vines again?
Art footless and art handless evermore?
-- Thou felon, War, I do arraign thee now
Of mayhem of the four main limbs of France!
Thou old red criminal, stand forth; I charge
-- But O, I am too utter sorrowful
To urge large accusation now.
Nathless,
My work to-day, is still more grievous. Hear!
The stains that war hath wrought upon the land
Show but as faint white f...Read more of this...
by Lanier, Sidney
...ngs a voice more loud than all--
 It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! 
Now the spates are banked and deep; now the footless boulders leap--
 Now the lightning shows each littlest leaf--rib clear--
But thy throat is shut and dried, and thy heart against thy side 
 Hammers: Fear, O Little Hunter--this is Fear!...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...pped like a tired Man --
And like a Host -- "Come in"
I boldly answered -- entered then
My Residence within

A Rapid -- footless Guest --
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air --

No Bone had He to bind Him --
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush --

His Countenance -- a Billow --
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go a music -- as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass --

He visited -- still flitting --
Then ...Read more of this...
by Dickinson, Emily
...de wind, with the breath
That breaks ships driven upon death,
With the passion of all things free,

With the sea-steeds footless and frantic,
White myriads for death to bestride
In the charge of the ruining Atlantic
Where deaths by regiments ride,
With clouds and clamours of waters,
With a long note shriller than slaughter's
On the furrowless fields world-wide,

With terror, with ardour and wonder,
With the soul of the season that wakes
When the weight of a whole year's thund...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waisting-deep in history--

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these peitas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing.

note:
12 Ledas: Leda, the maiden who was raped by Zeus in the guise of a swan....Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia

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