Famous Green Eyed Poems by Famous Poets

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

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Spensers Ireland

by Marianne Moore
 has not altered;--
a place as kind as it is green,
the greenest place I've never seen.
Every name is a tune.
Denunciations do not affect
the culprit; nor blows, but it
is torture to him to not be spoken to.
They're natural,--
the coat, like Venus'
mantle lined with stars,
buttoned close at the neck,-the sleeves new from disuse.

If in Ireland
they play the harp backward at need,
and gather...Read more of this...

To Albert Dürer

by Victor Hugo
 ("Dans les vieilles forêts.") 
 
 {X., April 20, 1837.} 


 Through ancient forests—where like flowing tide 
 The rising sap shoots vigor far and wide, 
 Mounting the column of the alder dark 
 And silv'ring o'er the birch's shining bark— 
 Hast thou not often, Albert Dürer, strayed 
 Pond'ring, awe-stricken—through the half-lit glade, 
 Pallid and...Read more of this...

The Antiworlds

by Andrei Voznesensky
 There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, 
 in underpants of blotting paper, 
 and, like balloons, the Antiworlds 
 hang up above him in the vaults. 

 Up there, like a magic daemon, 
 he smartly rules the Universe, 
 Antibukashkin lies there giving 
 Lollobrigida a caress. 

 The Anti-great-academician 
 has got a blotting paper vision. 

 Long...Read more of this...

Bones

by Carl Sandburg
 Sling me under the sea.
Pack me down in the salt and wet.
No farmer's plow shall touch my bones.
No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak
How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth.
Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes,
Purple fish play hide-and-seek,
And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea,
Down on the floors of salt and wet.
 Sling me...Read more of this...

A Country Life:to His Brother Mr Thomas Herrick

by Robert Herrick
 Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Could'st leave the city, for exchange, to see
The country's sweet simplicity;
And it to know and practise, with intent
To grow the sooner innocent;
By studying to know virtue, and to aim
More at her nature than her name;
The last is but the least; the first doth tell
Ways less...Read more of this...

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