Famous Gris Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Gris poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous gris poems. These examples illustrate what a famous gris poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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Agustini, Delmira
...erta con sus manitas de lis.Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana. —Yo sé que tu vida es gris.Yo tengo el alma de rosa, frescuras de flor temprana, Vengo de un bello país A ser tu musa y tu hermana!—Un abrazo de alabastro…luego en el clavel sonoroDe su boca, miel suavísima; nube de perfume y oroLa pomposa cabellera me inundó como un diluvio.O miel, frescuras, perfumes!…Súbito el sueño, la sombraQue embriaga..Read more of this...
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Agustini, Delmira
...bren cansados y húmedos y tristesComo llagas de luz que quejaran.Es un dolor que vive y que no espera,Es una aurora gris que se levantaDel gran lecho de sombras de la noche,Cansada ya, sin esplendor, sin ansiasY sus canciones son como hadas tristesAlhajadas de lágrimas… EnglishMurmuring preludes. On this resplendent nightHer pearled voice quiets a fountain.The breezes hang their celestial fifesIn the foliage. The gray headsOf the owls keep watch.<...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...emiga
su corbata carmes?,
pero eran cuatro pu?ales
y tuvo que sucumbir.
Cuando las estrellas clavan
rejones al agua gris,
cuando los erales sue?an
ver?nicas de alhel?,
voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
Antonio Torres Heredia,
Camborio de dura crin,
moreno de verde luna,
voz de clavel varonil:
?qui?n te ha quitado la vida
cerca del Guadalquivir?
Mis cuatro primos Heredias
hijos de Benamej?.
Lo que en otros no envidiaban,
ya lo envidiaban en m?.
...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...elo hundido
y una lluvia oscura
de luceros fr?os.
Tiembla junco y penumbra
a la orilla del r?o.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,
est?n cargados
de gritos.
Una bandada
de p?jaros cautivos,
que mueven sus largu?simas
colas en lo sombr?o....Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...Largo espectro de plata conmovida
el viento de la noche suspirando,
abri? con mano gris mi vieja herida
y se alej?: yo estaba deseando.
Llaga de amor que me dar? la vida
perpetua sangre y pura luz brotando.
Grieta en que Filomela enmudecida
tendr? bosque, dolor y nido blando.
?Ay qu? dulce rumor en mi cabeza!
Me tender? junto a la flor sencilla
donde flota sin alma tu belleza.
Y el agua errante se pondr? amarilla,
mie...Read more of this...
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Herrick, Robert
...oil,
Roses and cassia, crown the untill'd soil;
Where no disease reigns, or infection comes
To blast the air, but amber-gris and gums.
This, that, and ev'ry thicket doth transpire
More sweet than storax from the hallow'd fire;
Where ev'ry tree a wealthy issue bears
Of fragrant apples, blushing plums, or pears;
And all the shrubs, with sparkling spangles, shew
Like morning sun-shine, tinselling the dew.
Here in green meadows sits eternal May,
Purfling the margents, whi...Read more of this...
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Edgar, Marriott
...d it isn't their puddings I'm after,
As I told them last Christmas Eve.
"Though many have tackled the Channel
From Grisnez to Dover that is,
For the honour and glory of England
I'll swim from Dover to Gris-niz."
As soon as his words were made public
The newspapers gathered around
And offered to give him a pension
If he lost both his legs and got drowned.
He borrowed a tug from the Navy
To swim in the shelter alee,
The Wireless folk lent him a wavelength,
An...Read more of this...
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Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ust,* for no cost would he spare. *pleasure
I saw his sleeves *purfil'd at the hand *worked at the end with a
With gris,* and that the finest of the land. fur called "gris"*
And for to fasten his hood under his chin,
He had of gold y-wrought a curious pin;
A love-knot in the greater end there was.
His head was bald, and shone as any glass,
And eke his face, as it had been anoint;
He was a lord full fat and in good point;
His eyen steep,* and rolling in his head, ...Read more of this...
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Lanier, Sidney
...eyes
Of a great crowd that thronged the market-place
In fair Clermont to hear him prophesy.
Midst of the crowd old Gris Grillon, the maimed,
-- A wretched wreck that fate had floated out
From the drear storm of battle at Poictiers.
A living man whose larger moiety
Was dead and buried on the battle-field --
A grisly trunk, without or arms or legs,
And scarred with hoof-cuts over cheek and brow,
Lay in his wicker-cradle, smiling.
"Jacques,"
Quoth he, "My son, I wou...Read more of this...
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