Famous Hiroshima Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Hiroshima poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous hiroshima poems. These examples illustrate what a famous hiroshima poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...Imagine that swift-scalding hell! . . .
And though, mayhap, it seems a
Fantastic, far-fetched parallel -
Remember . . . Hiroshima....Read more of this...
by
Service, Robert William
...the air,
Devilish leopard!
Radiation turned it white
And killed it in an hour.
Greasing the bodies of adulterers
Like Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The sin. The sin.
Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.
I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ----
My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, m...Read more of this...
by
Plath, Sylvia
...s."
The ditch is nearer.
There are no statues for the last war here;
on Boylston Street, a commercial photograph
shows Hiroshima boiling
over a Mosler Safe, the "Rock of Ages"
that survived the blast. Space is nearer.
When I crouch to my television set,
the drained faces of ***** school-children rise like balloons.
Colonel Shaw
is riding on his bubble,
he waits
for the bless?d break.
The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage serv...Read more of this...
by
Lowell, Robert
...hat trout fishing lure was the sen-
sation of the twentieth century, far outstripping such shallow
accomplishments as Hiroshima or Mahatma Gandhi. Millions
of "The Last Supper" were sold in America. The Vatican or-
dered ten thousand and they didn't even have any trout there.
Testimonials poured in. Thirty-four ex-presidents of the
United States all said, ''I caught my limit on 'The Last Supper.'''
TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA
NIB
He went up to Chemault, that...Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.
An attention hovered over the dream where the world had been.
For if Hiroshima in the morning, after the bomb has fallen,
is like a dream, one must ask whose dream it is. {1}
Must understand how not to speak would carry it with us.
With bones put into rice bowls.
While the baby crawled over its dead mother seeking milk.
Muga-muchu {2}: without self, without center. Thrown up in the sky by a wind.
The way back is lost, the...Read more of this...
by
Forche, Carolyn
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