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Famous Jangle Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Sitwell, Dame Edith
...our ken, should see 
Hints of Reality.

Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, 
Tall trees like rattles lean, 
And jangle sharp and dissily; 
But when night falls they sign

Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, 
His face more white than sin, 
Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare 
Each cherry, plum, and pear.

Then underneath the veiled eyes 
Of houses, darkness lies-- 
Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer 
They cleave the sly dumb air.

Blind are those houses...Read more of this...



by Sassoon, Siegfried
...>.. 
Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand, 
Shoals of low-jargoning men drift inward to the sound— 
The jangle and throb of a piano ... tum-ti-tum... 
Drawn by a lamp, they come 
Out of the glimmering lines of their tents, over the shuffling sand. 

O sing us the songs, the songs of our own land, 
You warbling ladies in white. 
Dimness conceals the hunger in our faces, 
This wall of faces risen out of the night,
These eyes that ...Read more of this...

by Benet, Stephen Vincent
...Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, 
Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; 
Strange entrees with a jangle of glass bars 
Fantastically alive with subtle scorn; 
Fish, by a plopping, gurgling rush of waters, 
Clear, vibrant waters, beautifully austere; 
Roast, with a thunder of drums to stun the ear, 
A screaming fife, a voice from ancient slaughters! 

Over the salad let the woodwinds moan; 
Then the green silence of many watercresses; 
Dessert, a balalai...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;
I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring,
Than see him sitting in the suds and sulky as a carp.
I'd rather be the Court buffoon than its most high-browed sage:
 So you who read, take head, take heed, -
 Ere yet you turn my page....Read more of this...

by Graves, Robert
...ing! 
How for poor Philip Sparrow
Was murdered at Carow, 
How our hearts he does harrow 
Jest and grief mingle 
In this jangle-jingle, 
For he will not stop
To sweep nor mop, 
To prune nor prop, 
To cut each phrase up 
Like beef when we sup, 
Nor sip at each line 
As at brandy-wine, 
Or port when we dine. 
But angrily, wittily, 
Tenderly, prettily, 
Laughingly, learnedly, 
Sadly, madly, 
Helter-skelter John 
Rhymes serenely on, 
As English poets should. 
Old John, you...Read more of this...



by Lowell, Amy
...her like the ringing
Of bells at a festa
Which swing in the air
And nobody realizes they are there.
They jingle and jangle,
And clang, and bang,
And never a soul could tell whether they rang,
For the plopping of guns and rockets
And the chinking of silver to spend, in one's 
pockets,
And the shuffling and clapping of feet,
And the loud flapping
Of flags, with the drums,
As the military comes.
It's a famous tune to walk to,
And I wonder where they're off to.
Step-s...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...rd.
We whirl her away, we shout, we spin, we flow.

Where have you been, old lady? We know your secret!—
Voices jangle about her, jeers, and laughter. . . .
She trembles, tries to hurry, averts her eyes.
Tell us the truth, old lady! where have you been?
She turns and turns, her brain grows dark with cries.

Look at the old fool tremble! She's been paying,—
Paying good money, too,—to talk to spirits. . . .
She thinks she's heard ...Read more of this...

by Untermeyer, Louis
...resses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of meaningless movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
Night comes on, and even the night is wounded;
There, on its breast, it carries a curved, white scar.
What will you find out there that is not torn and anguished?
Can God be less distressed than the least of His creatures are?
Below are the blatant lights in a huddled squ...Read more of this...

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