Famous Lunacy Poems by Famous Poets

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

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Natural Theology

by Rudyard Kipling
  Primitive
I ate my fill of a whale that died
 And stranded after a month at sea. . . .
There is a pain in my inside.
 Why have the Gods afflicted me?
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
 Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
What is the sense of Religion and Faith :
 Look how the...Read more of this...

I think I was enchanted

by Emily Dickinson
 I think I was enchanted
When first a sombre Girl --
I read that Foreign Lady --
The Dark -- felt beautiful --

And whether it was noon at night --
Or only Heaven -- at Noon --
For very Lunacy of Light
I had not power to tell --

The Bees -- became as Butterflies --
The Butterflies -- as Swans --
Approached -- and spurned the narrow...Read more of this...

Lancelot

by Edwin Arlington Robinson
 Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot 
In the King’s garden, coughed and followed him; 
Whereat he turned and stood with folded arms 
And weary-waiting eyes, cold and half-closed— 
Hard eyes, where doubts at war with memories
Fanned a sad wrath. “Why frown upon a friend? 
Few live that have too many,” Gawaine said, 
And wished unsaid, so thinly came the light...Read more of this...

The Yukon

by Joaquin Miller
 THE moon resumed all heaven now, 
She shepherded the stars below 
Along her wide, white steeps of snow, 
Nor stooped nor rested, where or how. 

She bared her full white breast, she dared 
The sun e'er show his face again. 
She seemed to know no change, she kept 
Carousal constantly, nor slept, 
Nor turned aside a breath, nor spared...Read more of this...

Sonnet XLI: Why Do I Speak of Joy

by Michael Drayton
 Love's Lunacy

Why do I speak of joy, or write of love, 
When my heart is the very den of horror, 
And in my soul the pains of Hell I prove, 
With all his torments and infernal terror? 
What should I say? What yet remains to do? 
My brain is dry with weeping all too long, 
My sighs be spent...Read more of this...

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