Famous Maroon Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Maroon poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous maroon poems. These examples illustrate what a famous maroon poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...street sign
‘Bridgewater Place’
Lying on its side.
17
Wallflowers
Lost and faded
Beige and sepia
Orange and maroon
Old-fashioned flowers
For a tired mind.
18
“Millionnaires of Leeds!
You are your brothers’ keepers.”
Finders keepers, losers weepers
Loidis in Elmete
Leeds upon Aire
The smell of molten tar
On a May morning
Puts the road back
Forty years.
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The Bridgewaters and the Falmouths
Are scheduled for clearance
The word has gone ou...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...late August, in fields of carnations
Below the faience tiles of Kirkgate Market
Dahlias and chrysanthemums, pink and maroon,
The lemon yellow sheen of the sun.
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Murphy’s Everything-a-Pound stall
“Oh no it isn’t, Oh yes it is!”
City Lights tumblers, Big Top mugs,
Ireland flagons, Octavian glasses,
Camille goblets:
We must clear
All nice gear
Royal Crystal Clear
It isn’t far to the wacky bazaar -
“Cadbury’s Curly Whirlies ten a pound.”
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John Dio...Read more of this...
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Tebb, Barry
...s sagging in their instant milk,
your hot plate and your one luxury, a telephone.
You leave your door open, lounging in maroon silk
and smiling at the other roomers who live alone.
Well, almost alone. Through the old-fashioned wall
the fellow next door has a girl who comes to call.
Twice a week at noon during their lunch hour
they puase by your door to peer into your world.
They speak sadly as if the wine they carry would sour
or as if the mattress would not keep them curled...Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
...itchen girl on the farm is throwing oats to the chickens and the buff of their feathers says hello to the sunset’s late maroon.)
I don’t care who you are, woman:
I know sons and daughters looking for you
And they are next year’s wheat or the year after hidden in the dark and loam.
My love is a yellow hammer spinning circles in Ohio, Indiana. My love is a redbird shooting flights in straight lines in Kentucky and Tennessee. My love is an early robin flaming an ember of coppe...Read more of this...
by
Sandburg, Carl
...me off.' 'Liar.' A
timid father's protective bellow. Disfigurement of a village king. 'Just
look at the bugger...'
His maroon GT chanted then overtook. He lavished on the high valleys its
haleine....Read more of this...
by
Hill, Geoffrey
...He lay within a warm, soft world
Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled,
Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red,
Wave upon wave that broke and whirled
To vanish in the grey-green gloom,
Perspectiveless and shadowy.
A bulging world that had no walls,
A flowing world, most like the sea,
Compassing all infinity
Within a shapeless, ebbing room,
An endless tide that swells and falls . . .
He slept and woke and slept again.
As a ...Read more of this...
by
Benet, Stephen Vincent
...he cost.
The ovens light a red dome.
Spools of fire wind and wind.
Quadrangles of crimson sputter.
The lashes of dying maroon let down.
Fire and wind wash out the slag.
Forever the slag gets washed in fire and wind.
The anthem learned by the steel is:
Do this or go hungry.
Look for our rust on a plow.
Listen to us in a threshing-engine razz.
Look at our job in the running wagon wheat.
Fire and wind wash at the slag.
Box-cars, clocks, steam-shovels, churns, pistons, boilers...Read more of this...
by
Sandburg, Carl
...d even to Ramlochan,
singing Indian hits from his jute hammock
while evening strokes the flanks
and silver horns of his maroon taxi,
as the mosquitoes whine their evening mantras,
my friend Anopheles, on the sitar,
and the fireflies making every dusk Divali.
I knot my head with a cloud,
my white mustache bristle like horns,
my hands are brittle as the pages of Ramayana.
Once the sacred monkeys multiplied like branches
in the ancient temples: I did not miss them,
because thes...Read more of this...
by
Walcott, Derek
...w’d
astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint, away solitary by
itself—the
spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud;
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will
always go
forth
every day....Read more of this...
by
Whitman, Walt
...I will mix me a drink of stars, --
Large stars with polychrome needles,
Small stars jetting maroon and crimson,
Cool, quiet, green stars.
I will tear them out of the sky,
And squeeze them over an old silver cup,
And I will pour the cold scorn of my Beloved into it,
So that my drink shall be bubbled with ice.
It will lap and scratch
As I swallow it down;
And I shall feel it as a serpent of fire,
Coiling and twisting in my belly.
His snortings will r...Read more of this...
by
Lowell, Amy
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