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Famous Nail Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
...is Faust to me, 
in a fairy splash of rockets 
gliding with Mephistopheles on the celestial parquet! 
I know ¨C 
a nail in my boot 
is more nightmarish than Goethe¡¯s fantasy! 

I, 
the most golden-mouthed, 
whose every word 
gives a new birthday to the soul, 
gives a name-day to the body, 
I adjure you: 
the minutest living speck 
is worth more than what I¡¯ll do or did! 

Listen! 
It is today¡¯s brazen-lipped Zarathustra 
who preaches, 
dashing about and...Read more of this...



by Browning, Robert
...
(Not statedly, that is, and fixedly 
And absolutely and exclusively) 
In any revelation called divine. 
No dogmas nail your faith; and what remains 
But say so, like the honest man you are? 
First, therefore, overhaul theology! 
Nay, I too, not a fool, you please to think, 
Must find believing every whit as hard: 
And if I do not frankly say as much, 
The ugly consequence is clear enough. 

Now wait, my friend: well, I do not believe-- 
If you'll accept no faith tha...Read more of this...

by Atwood, Margaret
...burrows. He pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn't be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know....Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...s gross and the unseen Soul are one. 

House-building, measuring, sawing the boards; 
Blacksmithing, glass-blowing, nail-making, coopering, tin-roofing, shingle-dressing,
Ship-joining, dock-building, fish-curing, ferrying, flagging of side-walks by flaggers, 
The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the coal-kiln and brick-kiln, 
Coal-mines, and all that is down there,—the lamps in the darkness, echoes, songs,
 what
 meditations, what vast native thoughts looking thr...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...ds. His lance loved not the plight 
 Of mouldering in the rack, of no avail, 
 His battle-axe slipped from supporting nail 
 Quite easily; 'twas ill for action base 
 To come so near that he the thing could trace. 
 The steel-clad champion death drops all around 
 As glaciers water. Hero ever found 
 Eviradnus is kinsman of the race 
 Of Amadys of Gaul, and knights of Thrace, 
 He smiles at age. For he who never asked 
 For quarter from mankind—shall he be tasked 
...Read more of this...



by Sexton, Anne
...gonna be torn out at the root. 
There's power in the Lord, baby, 
and he's gonna turn off the moon. 
He's gonna nail you up in a closet 
and there'll be no more Atlantic, 
no more dreams, no more seeds. 
One noon as you walk out to the mailbox 
He'll snatch you up -- 
a wopman beside the road like a red mitten. 

There's a sack over my head. 
I can't see. I'm blind. 
The sea collapses. 
The sun is a bone. 
Hi-ho the derry-o, 
we all fall do...Read more of this...

by Nash, Ogden
...em when you rudely agree with them,
So I think there is one rule every host and hostess ought to keep with the comb and nail file and bicarbonate and aromatic spirits on a handy shelf,
Which is don't spoil the denouement by telling the guests everything is terrible, but let them have the thrill of finding it out for themselves....Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...till retains a mark where murder was; 
Nor dabbling fingers left to tell the tale, 
The bitter print of each convulsive nail, 
When agonised hands that cease to guard, 
Wound in that pang the smoothness of the sward. 
Some such had been, if here a life was reft, 
But these were not; and doubting hope is left; 
And strange suspicion, whispering Lara's name, 
Now daily mutters o'er his blacken'd fame; 
Then sudden silent when his form appear'd, 
Awaits the absence of the th...Read more of this...

by Dryden, John
...like was ne'er in Epsom blankets toss'd.
Methinks I see the new Arion sail,
The lute still trembling underneath thy nail.
At thy well sharpen'd thumb from shore to shore
The treble squeaks for fear, the basses roar:
Echoes from Pissing-Alley, Shadwell call,
And Shadwell they resound from Aston Hall.
About thy boat the little fishes throng,
As at the morning toast, that floats along.
Sometimes as prince of thy harmonious band
Thou wield'st thy papers in thy thr...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...he Hoe press whirling its cylinders, shedding the printed
 leaves
 steady and fast: 
The photograph, model, watch, pin, nail, shall be created before you.

In large calm halls, a stately Museum shall teach you the infinite, solemn lessons of
 Minerals;

In another, woods, plants, Vegetation shall be illustrated—in another Animals, animal life
 and development. 

One stately house shall be the Music House; 
Others for other Arts—Learning, the Sciences, shall all be her...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...s that have been truly awake, 
eyes that told the whole story— 
poor dumb animals. 
Eyes that were pierced, 
little nail heads, 
light blue gunshots. 

And once with 
a mouth like a cup, 
clay colored or blood colored, 
open like the breakwater 
for the lost ocean 
and open like the noose 
for the first head. 

Once upon a time 
my hunger was for Jesus. 
O my hunger! My hunger! 
Before he grew old 
he rode calmly into Jerusalem 
in search of death. 

This ...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...y
Arose the sea-land lord,
Like some vast beast for mystery,
He filled the room and porch and sky,
And from a cobwebbed nail on high
Unhooked his heavy sword.

Up on the shrill sea-downs and up
Went Alfred all alone,
Turning but once e'er the door was shut,
Shouting to Eldred over his butt,
That he bring all spears to the woodman's hut
Hewn under Egbert's Stone.

And he turned his back and broke the fern,
And fought the moths of dusk,
And went on his way for other fri...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...titter: 
"Saved by the call, the bloody quitter." 

They drove (a dodge that never fails) 
A pin beneath my finger nails. 
They poured what seemed a running beck 
Of cold spring water down my neck; 
Jim with a lancet quick as flies 
Lowered the swelling round my eyes. 
They sluiced my legs and fanned my face 
Through all that blessed minute's grace; 
They gave my calves a thorough kneading, 
They salved my cuts and stopped the bleeding. 
A gulp of liquor dull...Read more of this...

by Donne, John
...f-murder added be,
  And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Curel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thy self nor me the weaker now;
  'Tis true; then learn how false, fears be;
  Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
  Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee....Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...Dropping days in showers.
Bang! Rap! Tap!
Go the hammers all the time.
They have planked up her timbers
And the nails are driven to the head;
They have decked her over,
And again, and again.
The shoring-up beams shudder at the strain.
Black and blue breeches,
Pigtails bound and shining:
Like ants crawling about,
The hull swarms with carpenters, running in and out.
Joiners, calkers,
And they are all terrible talkers.
Jem Wilson has been to sea and he te...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...lace. *creaking, jarring noise
The slayer of himself eke saw I there,
His hearte-blood had bathed all his hair:
The nail y-driven in the shode* at night, *hair of the head 
The colde death, with mouth gaping upright.
Amiddes of the temple sat Mischance,
With discomfort and sorry countenance;
Eke saw I Woodness* laughing in his rage, *Madness
Armed Complaint, Outhees*, and fierce Outrage; *Outcry
The carrain* in the bush, with throat y-corve**, *corpse **slashed
A ...Read more of this...

by Smart, Christopher
...ery high; 
Old Grouse conceal'd, amidst the racket, 
A real Pig berneath his jacket-- 
Then forth he came--and with his nail 
He pinch'd the urchin by the tail. 
The tortur'd Pig from out his throat, 
Produc'd the genuine nat'ral note. 
All bellow'd out--"'Twas very sad! 
Sure never stuff was half so bad! 
That like a Pig!"--each cry'd in scoff, 
"Pshaw! Nonsense! Blockhead! Off! Off! Off!" 
The mimic was extoll'd, and Grouse 
Was hiss'd and catcall'd from the house.<...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...d O that iron will, 
That axelike edge unturnable, our Head, 
The Princess.' 'Well then, Psyche, take my life, 
And nail me like a weasel on a grange 
For warning: bury me beside the gate, 
And cut this epitaph above my bones; 
~Here lies a brother by a sister slain, 
All for the common good of womankind.~' 
'Let me die too,' said Cyril, 'having seen 
And heard the Lady Psyche.' 
I struck in: 
'Albeit so masked, Madam, I love the truth; 
Receive it; and in me beho...Read more of this...

by Walcott, Derek
...d turning gray in the dawn,
I stood like a stone and nothing else move
but the cold sea rippling like galvanize
and the nail holes of stars in the sky roof,
till a wind start to interfere with the trees.
I pass me dry neighbor sweeping she yard
as I went downhill, and I nearly said:
"Sweep soft, you witch, 'cause she don't sleep hard,"
but the ***** look through me like I was dead.
A route taxi pull up, park-lights still on.
The driver size up my bags with a grin:...Read more of this...

by Cullen, Countee
...ith carnal yield,
A grim ensanguined mead whereon I saw
Evolve the ancient fundamental law
Of tooth and talon, fist and nail and claw.
There with the force of living, hostile hills
Whose clash the hemmed-in vale with clamor fills,
With greater din contended fierce majestic wills
Of beast with beast, of man with man, in strife
For love of what my heart despised, for life
That unto me at dawn was now a prayer
For night, at night a bloody heart-wrung tear
For day again; for ...Read more of this...

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