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Famous Oat Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Wilmot, John
...hings perhaps compos'd in Half an Houre. 
To write what may securely stand the test 
Of being well read over Thrice oat least 
Compare each Phrase, examin ev'ry Line, 
Weigh ev'ry word, and ev'ry thought refine; 
Scorne all Applause the Vile Rout can bestow, 
And be content to please those few, who know. 
Canst thou be such a vaine mistaken thing 
To wish thy Workes might make a Play-house ring, 
With the unthinking Laughter, and poor praise 
Of Fopps, and Ladys, fact...Read more of this...



by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...ame of the young year flushes
From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;
And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,
And the oat is heard above the lyre,
And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes
The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root.

And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night,
Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid,
Follows with dancing and fills with delight
The Maenad and the Bassarid;
And soft as lips that laugh and hide
The laughing leaves of the trees divide,
And screen from s...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...airy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,
Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue,
Tomatoes shining in the October sun with red hearts,
Shining five and six in a row on a wooden fence,
Why do you keep wishes on your faces all day long,
Wishes like women with half-forgotten lovers going to new cities?
What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the bir...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...his peer.
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
He must not float upon his watery bier
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
 Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;
Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse:
So may some gentle Muse
With lucky words favour my destined urn,...Read more of this...



by Clare, John
...ng girls whisper things of love
And from the old dames hearing move
Oft making 'love knotts' in the shade
Of blue green oat or wheaten blade
And trying simple charms and spells
That rural superstition tells
They pull the little blossom threads
From out the knapweeds button heads
And put the husk wi many a smile
In their white bosoms for awhile
Who if they guess aright the swain
That loves sweet fancys trys to gain
Tis said that ere its lain an hour
Twill blossom wi a second f...Read more of this...

by Kinnell, Galway
...I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone. 
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
Its consistency is such that is better for your mental health 
 if somebody eats it with you.
That is why I often think up an imaginary companion to have 
 breakfast with.
Possibly it is even w...Read more of this...

by Hardy, Thomas
...k, 
And ’twixt his nape and shoulder, ere he knew, 
I struck, and dead he sank. 

I hid him deep in nodding rye and oat—
His shroud green stalks and loam; 
His requiem the corn-blade’s husky note— 
And then I hastened home…. 

—Two armies writhe in coils of red and blue, 
And brass and iron clang
From Goumont, past the front of Waterloo, 
To Pap’lotte and Smohain. 

The Guard Imperial wavered on the height; 
The Emperor’s face grew glum; 
“I sent,” he said, “to Gr...Read more of this...

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