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Famous Magi Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Cavafy, Constantine P
...herbs
of a witching brew," said an aesthete,
"what distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which for a day (if no longer
its potency can last), or even for a short time
can bring my twenty three years to me
again; can bring my friend of twenty two
to me again -- his beauty, his love.

"What distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which, in bringing back these things,
can also bring back our little room.Read more of this...



by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
And the camels galled, sore-footed, 
 refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the 
 terraces,
And the silken girls bringing she...Read more of this...

by Lawrence, D. H.
..., so glad that I drown
My terror with joy of confirmation, for now
Lies God all red before me, and I am glad,
As the Magi were when they saw the rosy brow
Of the Infant bless their constant folly which had
Brought them thither to God: for now I know
That the Womb is a great red passion whence rises all
The shapeliness that decks us here-below:
Yea like the fire that boils within this ball
Of earth, and quickens all herself with flowers,
God burns within the stiffene...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, 
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are. 
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead 
And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed. 
O lead me to Jehovah's child 
Across this dreamland lone and wild, 
Then will I speak this prayer unsaid, 
And kiss his little haloed head — 
"My star and I, we love thee, little child." 

Except the Christ be born again to-night 
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, 
The worl...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...r on the sidewalk.
If a bridge is constructed doesn't the mayor cut a ribbon?
If a phenomenon arrives shouldn't the Magi come bearing gifts?
Yesterday was the day I bore gifts for your gift
and came from the valley to meet you on the pavement.
That was yesterday, that day.
That was the day of your face,
your face after love, close to the pillow, a lullaby.
Half asleep beside me letting the old fashioned rocker stop,
our breath became one, became a child-breath...Read more of this...



by Sexton, Anne
...bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean. 

He wants to be pressed out like a key 
so he can unlock the Magi. 

He wants to take leave among strangers 
passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres. 

He wants to die changing his clothes 
and bolt for the sun like a diamond. 

He wants, I want. 
Dear God, wouldn't it be 
good enough to just drink cocoa? 

I must get a new bird 
and a new immortality box. 
There is folly enough inside th...Read more of this...

by Russell, George William
...d weave in
 The colour, the wonder,
 The song I conceive in
 My heart while I ponder,


 And show how it came like
 The magi of old
 Whose chant was a flame like
 The dawn’s voice of gold;


 Whose dreams followed near them
 A murmur of birds,
 And ear still could hear them
 Unchanted in words.


 In words I can only
 Reveal thee my heart,
 Oh, Light of the Lonely,
 The shining impart.


Between the twilight and the dark
The lights danced up before my eyes:
I found no...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of Silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsat...Read more of this...

by Jarrell, Randall
...m-sized donor, his little family, 
And their big patron saints; the Virgin who kneels 
Before her child in worship; the Magi out in the hills 
With their camels--they ask directions, and have pointed out 
By a man kneeling, the true way; the ox 
And the donkey, two heads in the manger 
So much greater than a human head, who also adore; 
Even the offerings, a sheaf of wheat, 
A jar and a glass of flowers, are absolutely still 
In natural concentration, as they take their part ...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...whilst the flare 
 Seemed each column to scorch 
 As it blazed like a torch 
 Round and round in the air. 
 
 The magi, in vain, 
 From the heights to the plain 
 Their gods' images carry 
 In white tunic: they quake— 
 No idol can make 
 The blue sulphur tarry; 
 The temple e'en where they meet, 
 Swept under their feet 
 In the folds of its sheet! 
 Turns a palace to coal! 
 Whence the straitened cries roll 
 From its terrified flock; 
 With incendiary gri...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred moms had flo...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...bones, 
 Spectres hold council, crouching on the stones. 
 
 THE SECOND SPHINX. 
 
 Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king, 
 Encompassed by an idolizing ring, 
 None is so high as Tiglath Pileser. 
 Who, like the God before whom pales the star, 
 Has temples, with a prophet for a priest, 
 Who serves up daily sacrilegious feast. 
 His anger there are none who dare provoke, 
 His very mildness is looked on as a yoke; 
 And under his, more feared than other rul...Read more of this...

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