Famous Forearm Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Forearm poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous forearm poems. These examples illustrate what a famous forearm poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Sandburg, Carl
...tailed comet shaking guesses out of men at telescopes ten feet long? why does the mystery sit with its chin on the lean forearm of women in gray eyes and women in hazel eyes?
are any of these less proud, less important, than a cross-examining lawyer? are any of these less perfect than the front page of a morning newspaper?
the answers are not computed and attested in the back of an arithmetic for the verifications of the lazy
there is no authority in the phone book for us...Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...ican
Occupations:
auto body w
recapper, s
survey rod
arks: 6" hernia scar; tattoo "Mom" in wreath on
ight forearm
ull upper denture, may also have lower denture.
Reportedly frequents
s, and is an avid trout fisherman.
(this is how the dodger looked cut off on both sides and you
couldn't make out any more, even what he was wanted for.)
Your old buddy, Pard
Dear Pard,
Your letter explains why I saw two FBI agents watching a
trout...Read more of this...
by
Moore, Marianne
...ad
and alligator-eyes are not party to the joke.
Lifted and handled, he may be dangled like an eel
or set up on the forearm like a mouse;
his eyes bisected by pupils of a pin's width,
are flickeringly exhibited, then covered up.
May be? I should have said might have been;
when he has been got the better of in a dream--
as in a fight with nature or with cats, we all know it.
Profound sleep is not with him a fixed illusion.
Springing about with froglike accuracy...Read more of this...
by
Taylor, Marilyn L
...kewarm ooze, bending at the waist
with the plain grace of habit, delving for weeds
in water that receives her wrist and forearm
as she feels for the alien stalk, the foreign blade
beneath that greenest of green coverlets
where brittle pods in their corroding skins
now shift, waiting to salt the fields with horror....Read more of this...
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