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Famous Locust Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Jarrell, Randall
...waves of heat.
The field is yellow as egg-bread dough
Except where (just as though they'd let
It live for looks) a locust billows
In leaf-green and shade-violet,
A standing mercy.
The bird calls twice, "Red clay, red clay";
Or else he's saying, "Directly, directly."
If someone came by I could ask,
Around here all of them must know --
And why they live so and die so --
Or why, for once, the lagging heron
Flaps from the little creek's parched cresses
Across the har...Read More

by Aiken, Conrad
...nd, and shake his hand,
yet know him beyond knowledge, like ourselves;
ocean unknowable by unknowable sand.


The locust tree spills sequins of pale gold
in spiral nebulae, borne on the Invisible
earthward and deathward, but in change to find
the cycles to new birth, new life. Li Po
allowed his autumn thoughts like these to flow,
and, from the Gorge, sends word of Chouang's dream.
Did Chouang dream he was a butterfly?
Or did the butterfly dream Chouang? If so,
w...Read More

by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...d in part effect. 
That superstition, which saint John beheld, 
Rise in thick darkness from th' infernal lake. 
Locust and scorpion in the smoke ascend, 
False teacher, heretic, and Antichrist. 
The noon day sun is dark'ned in the sky, 
The moon forbears to give her wonted light. 
Full many a century the darkness rul'd, 
With heavier gloom than once on Egypt came, 
Save that on some lone coast, or desert isle, 
Where sep'rate far a chosen spirit dwelt, 
A Gosh...Read More

by Wilbur, Richard
...The tall camels of the spirit
Steer for their deserts, passing the last groves loud
With the sawmill shrill of the locust, to the whole honey of the 
Sun. They are slow, proud, 

And move with a stilted stride
To the land of sheer horizon, hunting Traherne's
Sensible emptiness, there where the brain's lantern-slide
Revels in vast returns.

O connoisseurs of thirst, 
Beasts of my soul who long to learn to drink
Of pure mirage, those prosperous islands are acc...Read More

by Wilbur, Richard
...d or broken

In which we have said the rose of our love and the clean
Horse of our courage, in which beheld
The singing locust of the soul unshelled,
And all we mean or wish to mean.

Ask us, ask us whether with the worldless rose
Our hearts shall fail us; come demanding
Whether there shall be lofty or long standing
When the bronze annals of the oak-tree close....Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...nd touching whatever is between them, 
Growths growing from him to offset the growth of pine, cedar, hemlock, live-oak, locust,
 chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia, 
Tangles as tangled in him as any cane-brake or swamp, 
He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with northern transparent ice,
Off him pasturage, sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie, 
Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the fish-hawk, mocking-bird,
 nigh...Read More

by Riley, James Whitcomb’s head; 
And pray Thou, may 
The door stand open and the day 
Send ever in a gentle breeze, 
With fragrance from the locust-trees, 
And drowsy moan of doves, and blur 
Of robin-chirps, and drove of bees, 
With afterhushes of the stir 
Of intermingling sounds, and then 
The good-wife and the smile of her 
Filling the silences again- 
The cricket’s call, 
And the wee cot, 
Dear Lord of all, 
Deny me not! 

I pray not that 
Men tremble at 
My power of place 
And lordly sway, ...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...iah bless God with the Caterpiller -- the minister of vengeance is the harbinger of mercy. 

Let Ahimelech with the Locust bless God from the tyranny of numbers. 

Let Cornelius with the Swine bless God, which purifyeth all things for the poor. 

Let Araunah bless with the Squirrel, which is a gift of homage from the poor man to the wealthy and increaseth good will. 

Let Bakbakkar bless with the Salamander, which feedeth upon ashes as bread, and whose joy is ...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...ce with the Wittal -- a silly bird is wise unto his own preservation. 

Let Elon rejoice with Attelabus, who is the Locust without wings. 

Let Jahleel rejoice with the Woodcock, who liveth upon suction and is pure from his diet. 

Let Shuni rejoice with the Gull, who is happy in not being good for food. 

Let Ezbon rejoice with Musimon, who is from the ram and she-goat. 

Let Barkos rejoice with the Black Eagle, which is the least of his species and the b...Read More

by Cather, Willa
...igh Street, Bayswater, see you and smell you-- 
Roses of London town, red till the summer is done. 

Roses, roses, locust and lilac, perfuming 
West End, East End, wondrously budding and blooming 
Out of the black earth, rubbed in a million hands, 
Foot-trod, sweat-sour over and under, entombing 
Highways of darkness, deep gutted with iron bands. 

"Rowses, rowses! Penny a bunch!" they tell you, 
Ruddy blooms of corruption, see you and smell you, 
Born of stale earth...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...pples in the fall. 

O the pleasure with trees! 
The orchard—the forest—the oak, cedar, pine, pekan-tree,
The honey-locust, black-walnut, cottonwood, and magnolia. 

O Death! the voyage of Death! 
The beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing a few moments, for reasons; 
Myself, discharging my excrementitious body, to be burn’d, or render’d to
 powder, or
My real body doubtless left to me for other spheres,
My voided body, nothing more to me, retur...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...wing the lion is couched in his lair.
``And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over with gold dust divine,
``And the locust-flesh steeped in the pitcher, the full draught of wine,
``And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell
``That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well.
``How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ
``All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
``Hast thou loved the white locks of thy fathe...Read More

by Wei, Wang
...Narrow path sunless temple locust tree 
Deep dark much green moss 
Should gate except meet sweep 
In case have hill monk come 

A narrow, sunless path to the temple tree, 
Deep and dark; abundant green moss. 
Wait by the gate when finished sweeping the yard, 
In case a monk should come down from the hill....Read More

by Chesterton, G K his foot on a waste of cities
And his head in a cloud of flies;

Or purple and peacock skies grow dark
With a moving locust-tower;
Or tawny sand-winds tall and dry,
Like hell's red banners beat and fly,
When death comes out of Araby,
Was Eldred in his hour.

But while he moved like a massacre
He murmured as in sleep,
And his words were all of low hedges
And little fields and sheep.

Even as he strode like a pestilence,
That strides from Rhine to Rome,
He thought ho...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
...[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the fairy child marries her God, the yellow rose]

This is a song to the white-armed one
Cold in the breast as the frost-wrapped Spring, 
Whose feet are slow on the hills of life, 
Whose round mouth rules by whispering. 

This is a song to the white-armed one 
Whose breast shall burn as a Summer field, 
Whose wings shall rise to the do...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
...f the skies,
The breath of the stars, that nod on their pillows
With their golden hair mussed over their eyes."
The locust played on his musical wing,
Sang to his mate of love's delight.
I heard the whippoorwill's soft fret.
I heard a cricket carolling,
I heard a cricket carolling,
I heard a cricket say: "Good-night, good-night,
Good-night, good-night,...good-night."...Read More

by Dyke, Henry Van
...window, and why do you fear?
"I see that the garden is crowded with creeping forms of fear:
Little white ghosts in the locust-tree, that wave in the night-wind's breath,
And low in the leafy laurels the larking shadow of death." 

Sweet, clear notes of a waking bird
Told of the passing away
Of the dark, -- and my darling may have heard;
For she smiled in her sleep, while the ray
Of the rising dawn spoke joy without a word,
Till the splendor born in the east outburned 
Th...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...—we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any; 
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together; 
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look down; 
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar—we
 are as two comets; 
We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods—we spring on prey...Read More

by Stafford, William
...I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.Read More

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