Famous Fragility Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Fragility poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous fragility poems. These examples illustrate what a famous fragility poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...ers to call us
No darkness falling
The light of twilight
Unending.
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How she could encompass me
In her own fragility.
In forty years I have
Never encountered
The purity of
Margaret’s girlhood
I have often wondered
What my sexual initiation
With her would have
Been like.
Love that moves mountains
Moves away the veil
Of the years and I see her
At sixteen, elf-like still,
Her breasts open to my caress,
Her vagina to my tongue, her eyes
Stars in the ...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...dsor Great Park, the earth mound by the main gate
The ramparts of Troy.
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How she could encompass me in her own fragility!
At ten she looked after her two year old sister
And already delinquent younger brother, their
Mother working shifts, making sandwiches in Redmond’s
Pork Butchers’ basement.
Alone at dusk on East End Park a strange mister
Showed himself to her but she only laughed.
Once, while we were playing on the Hollows,
She asked me what V.D. was but...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...ience of twilight in
The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,
No flicker of a slender flame in space,
In crucibles, fragility crystalline.
There is no fragrance of the jessamine
About you, no pathos of some old place
At dusk, that crumbles like moth-eaten lace
Beneath the touch. Nor has there ever been.
Your love is like the folk-song's flaming rise
In cane-lipped southern people, like their soul
Which burst its bondage in a bold travail;
Your voice is like them sing...Read more of this...
by
Toomer, Jean
...ow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands...Read more of this...
by
Cummings, Edward Estlin (E E)
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