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Famous Hungrily Poems by Famous Poets

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by Service, Robert William
...ill take,"
And grimly gave him half-a-crown.

Poor devil! I am sure he had
Not eaten anything that day;
His eyes so hungrily were glad,
Although his lips were ashen grey.
He vanished in the callous crowd,
Then when he was no more around,
I lugged my bag and thought aloud:
"I wish I'd given him a pound."

And strangely I felt sore ashamed,
As if somehow I had lost face;
And not only myself I blamed
But all the blasted human race;
And all this life of battle where
T...Read more of this...



by Bukowski, Charles
...orence Nightingale to watch the
Johnny Carson show with 
if I have a stroke I will lay here for six
days, my three cats hungrily ripping the flesh
from my elbows, wrists, head 
the radio playing classical music ... 
I promised myself never to write old man poems
but this one's funny, you see, excusable, be-
cause I've long gone past using myself and there's
still more left
here at 3 a.m. I am going to take this sheet from
the typer
pour another glass and
i...Read more of this...

by Scannell, Vernon
...intended for 
The lighting of a pipe or kitchen fire 
Misused may set a whole menagerie 
Of flame-fanged tigers roaring hungrily. 
And frightening, too, that one small boy should set 
The sky on fire and choke the stars to heat 
Such skinny limbs and such a little heart 
Which would have been content with one warm kiss 
Had there been anyone to offer this....Read more of this...

by Belloc, Hilaire
...nauspicious day
He slipped his hand and ran away!

He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!
With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The Boy: beginning at his feet.
Now, just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
No wonder Jim detested it!
No wonder that he shouted ``Hi!''

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
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by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ed away her fear; 
They married, and Job gave him half a year 
To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. 
He fumbled hungrily to readjust
A fallen altar, but the road was clear 
By which it was her will to disappear 
That evening when Job found him in the dust. 

Job would have deprecated such a way 
Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire,
Yet even the while we saw it going out, 
Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout; 
And Job was not, so far as we could say, 
The confirm...Read more of this...



by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...yet she smiled. Why, then, should horrors 
Be as they were, without end, her playthings? 

And why were dead years hungrily telling her 
Lies of the dead, who told them again to her? 
If now she knew, there might be kindness 
Clamoring yet where a faith lay stifled. 

A little faith in him, and the ruinous 
Past would be for time to annihilate,
And wash out, like a tide that washes 
Out of the sand what a child has drawn there. 

God, what a shining handful of ha...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...e had groped out of that awful sleep, 
She felt him trembling and she was afraid.
At last he sighed; and she prayed hungrily 
To God that she might hear again the voice 
Of Lazarus, whose hands were giving her now 
The recognition of a living pressure 
That was almost a language. When he spoke,
Only one word that she had waited for 
Came from his lips, and that word was her name. 

“I heard them saying, Mary, that he wept 
Before I woke.” The words were low an...Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...year and the big purse of my body
I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:

To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given
Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven,
The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft.

To lift to leave from treasures of man is pleasing death
That will rake at last all currencies of the marked breath
And count the taken, forsaken mysteries in a bad dark.

To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twic...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...thers, slowly and carefully
Gathered them, one by one, when they were new
And a delighted world received their thoughts
Hungrily; while we but love the more,
Because they are so old and grown so dear!
The backs of tarnished gold, the faded boards,
The slightly yellowing page, the strange old type,
All speak the fashion of another age;
The thoughts peculiar to the man who wrote
Arrayed in garb peculiar to the time;
As though the idiom of a man were caught
Imprisoned in the idi...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...al lion starved in his stink
 in Harlem
Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger
He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside
 thru the window
My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in
 deafening stillness
We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur
Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang
 greeting.
I turned my back and cooked broccoli f...Read more of this...

by Lanier, Sidney
...th anger and impotent pain,
Crawled up on the crag, and lay flat, and locked hold of dead roots
of a tree --

And gazed hungrily o'er, and the blood from his back drip-dripped
in the brine,
And a sea-hawk flung down a skeleton fish as he flew,
And the mother stared white on the waste of blue,
And the wind drove a cloud to seaward, and the sun began to shine....Read more of this...

by McKay, Claude
...ht I gave you triumph over me, 
So I should be myself as once before, 
I marveled at your shallow mystery, 
And haunted hungrily your temple door. 
I gave you sum and substance to be free, 
Oh, you shall never triumph any more! 


II 

I do not fear to face the fact and say, 
How darkly-dull my living hours have grown, 
My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone, 
Because I loved you longer than a day! 
I do not shame to turn myself away 
From beckoning flowers beautifully...Read more of this...

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