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Famous Log Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...the immigrants, 
The Union, always swarming with blatherers, and always sure and impregnable, 
The unsurvey’d interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers;
Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the gestation of new States, 
Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost
 parts; 
Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men, 
Responding their manners, speech, d...Read More



by Yeats, William Butler
...a time
Half dead at the top.

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Alexandria's was a beacon tower, and Babylon's
An image of the moving heavens, a log-book of the sun's journey and the moon's;
And Shelley had his towers, thought's crowned powers he called them once.

I declare this tower is my symbol; I declare
This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestral stair;
That Goldsmith and the Dean, Berkeley and Burke have travelled there.

Swift beating on his breast in sibylline ...Read More

by Atwood, Margaret
...All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
he drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn't even boredom, i...Read More

by Ashbery, John
...attenuated
Reflection in yon hubcap, so jaundiced, so déconfit
Are its lineaments--fun, no doubt, for some quack phrenologist's
Fern-clogged waiting room, but hardly what you'd call
Companionable. But everything is getting choked to the point of
Silence. Just now a magnetic storm hung in the swatch of sky
Over the Fudds' garage, reducing it--drastically--
To the aura of a plumbago-blue log cabin on
A Gadsden Purchase commemorative cover. Suddenly all is
Loathing....Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...aned herself and said, 
'Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness? 
Lo, where thy father Lot beside the hearth 
Lies like a log, and all but smouldered out! 
For ever since when traitor to the King 
He fought against him in the Barons' war, 
And Arthur gave him back his territory, 
His age hath slowly droopt, and now lies there 
A yet-warm corpse, and yet unburiable, 
No more; nor sees, nor hears, nor speaks, nor knows. 
And both thy brethren are in Arthur's hall, 
Albeit nei...Read More



by Neruda, Pablo
...the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If yo...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...y.

The more the sensibilitist I am
The more I seem to want my mountains wild;
The way the wiry gang-boss liked the logjam. 
After he'd picked the lock and got it started,
He dodged a log that lifted like an arm
Against the sky to break his back for him,
Then came in dancing, skipping with his life
Across the roar and chaos, and the words 
We saw him say along the zigzag journey
Were doubtless as the words we heard him say
On coming nearer: "Wasn't she an i-deal
Son-o...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...here at eight o'clock

this morning for Powell and California. I've been sitting here

ever since like a toad on a log dreaming about Leonardo da

Vinci.

 I dreamt he was on the South Bend Tackle Company pay-

roll, but of course, he was wearing different clothes and

speaking with a different accent and possessor of a different

childhood, perhaps an American childhood spent in a town

like Lordsburg, New Mexico, or Winchester, Virginia.

 I saw him inventing a...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...tion,
Although it wasn't usually long
Before they beard of him in some new camp,
The same Paul at the same old feats of logging.
The question everywhere was why should Paul
Object to being asked a civil question--
A man you could say almost anything to
Short of a fighting word. You have the answers.
And there was one more not so fair to Paul:
That Paul had married a wife not his equal.
Paul was ashamed of her. To match a hero
She would have had to be a her...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan.

Here the water went down, the icebergs slid with gravel, the gaps and the valleys hissed, and the black loam came, and the yellow sandy loam.
Here between the sheds of the Rocky Mountains and the Appalachians, here now a morning star fixes a fire sign over the timber claims and cow pastures, the corn belt, the cotton belt, the cattle ranches....Read More

by Lawrence, D. H.
...ng himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately ...Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...t beneath the smothering bank, 
We piled, with care, our nightly stack 
Of wood against the chimney-back, -- 
The oaken log, green, huge, and thick, 
And on its top the stout back-stick; 
The knotty forestick laid apart, 
And filled between with curious art 
The ragged brush; then, hovering near, 
We watched the first red blaze appear, 
Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam 
On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, 
Until the old, rude-furnished room 
Burst, flower-like, int...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...s of the woodpile; 
Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, 
And went where he sat on a log, and led him in and assured him, 
And brought water, and fill’d a tub for his sweated body and bruis’d
 feet,
And gave him a room that enter’d from my own, and gave him some coarse
 clean clothes, 
And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness, 
And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles; 
He staid with ...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...e manly and rugged ores; 
Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc; 
LANDS OF IRON! lands of the make of the axe! 

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The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it;
The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space clear’d for a garden, 
The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves, after the storm is lull’d, 
The wailing and moaning at intervals, the thought of the sea, 
The thought of ships struck in the storm, and put on their beam ends, and the cutting away
 of
 ...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...aste."
'Twas slowly said, in no great haste
He seemed to push his wares, but I
Dumfounded listened. By and by
A log on the fire broke in two.
He looked up quickly, "Sir, and you?"
I groped for something I should say;
Amazement held me numb. "To-day
You sweated at a fruitless task."
He spoke for me, "What do you ask?
How can I serve you?" "My kind host,
My penniless state was not a boast;
I have no money with me." He smiled.
"Not for that money I be...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...ather dank as a bough of wet fennel;
For the court-yard walls were filled with fog
You might have cut as an axe chops a log---
Like so much wool for colour and bulkiness;
And out rode the Duke in a perfect sulkiness,
Since, before breakfast, a man feels but queasily,
And a sinking at the lower abdomen
Begins the day with indifferent omen.
And lo, as he looked around uneasily,
The sun ploughed the fog up and drove it asunder
This way and that from the valley under;
And, lo...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...apped the curtain of the door-way. 
Shingebis, the diver, feared not, 
Shingebis, the diver, cared not; 
Four great logs had he for firewood, 
One for each moon of the winter, 
And for food the fishes served him.
By his blazing fire he sat there, 
Warm and merry, eating, laughing, 
Singing, "O Kabibonokka, 
You are but my fellow-mortal!"
Then Kabibonokka entered, 
And though Shingebis, the diver, 
Felt his presence by the coldness, 
Felt his icy breath upon him, 
Stil...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...
To dance to.' Then he twangled on his harp, 
And while he twangled little Dagonet stood 
Quiet as any water-sodden log 
Stayed in the wandering warble of a brook; 
But when the twangling ended, skipt again; 
And being asked, `Why skipt ye not, Sir Fool?' 
Made answer, `I had liefer twenty years 
Skip to the broken music of my brains 
Than any broken music thou canst make.' 
Then Tristram, waiting for the quip to come, 
`Good now, what music have I broken, fool?' 
And...Read More

by Cullen, Countee
...nd subtle, throbbed
Against my echoing breast, and tom-toms sobbed
In every pulse-beat of my frame.The din
A hollow log bound with a python's skin
Can make wrought every nerve to ecstasy,
And I was wind and sky again, and sea,
And all sweet things that flourish, being free.

Till all at once the music changed its key.

And now it was of bitterness and death,
The cry the lash extorts, the broken breath
Of liberty enchained; and yet there ran
Through all a harmony o...Read More

by Levis, Larry
...unseen
As it submerged to rest on mud, or glided just
Beneath the lustreless, calm yellow leaves
That clustered along a log, or floated there
In broken ringlets, held by a gray froth
On the opaque, unbroken surface of the pond,
Which reflected nothing, no one.
 And then I remembered.
When I was a child, our neighbors would disappear.
And there wasn't a pond of crocodiles at all.
And they hadn't moved. They couldn't move. They
Lived in the small, fenced...Read More

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