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Famous Pennsylvania Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...iana, 
Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the Alleghanies;
Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river; 
Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain
 top, 
Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing weapons, robust
 year; 
Heard your determin’d voice, launch’d forth again and again; 
Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp’d ca...Read more of this...



by Whitman, Walt
...pi or Alabama—dig and hoard the golden, the sweet
 potato of
 Georgia and the Carolinas,
Clip the wool of California or Pennsylvania, 
Cut the flax in the Middle States, or hemp, or tobacco in the Borders, 
Pick the pea and the bean, or pull apples from the trees, or bunches of grapes from the
 vines, 
Or aught that ripens in all These States, or North or South, 
Under the beaming sun, and under Thee....Read more of this...

by Spicer, Jack
...and Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams
going on a picnic together when they were all students at the
University of Pennsylvania
Now they are all over seventy and the absent baby
Is a mirror sheltering their image....Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...siampa Valley:
Men and places they are I never saw.

I have seen three White Horse taverns,
One in Illinois, one in Pennsylvania,
One in a timber-hid road of Wisconsin.

I bought cheese and crackers
Between sun showers in a place called White Pigeon
Nestling with a blacksmith shop, a post-office,
And a berry-crate factory, where four roads cross.

On the Pecatonica River near Freeport
I have seen boys run barefoot in the leaves
Throwing clubs at the walnut trees
I...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys.

In the blue Susquehanna
On a Saturday morning
I saw the mounted constabulary go by,
I saw boys playing marbles.
Spring and the hills laughed.

And in places
Along the Appalachian chain,
I saw steel arms handling coal and iron,
And I saw the white-cauliflower faces
Of miners’ wives waiting...Read more of this...



by Kipling, Rudyard
...s, I give you friendly warning ). .
 The thins that truly last when men and times have passed,
 They are all in Pennsylvania this morning!...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...thy interminable farms, North, South, 
Thy wealthy Daughter-States, Eastern, and Western, 
The varied products of Ohio, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Georgia, Texas, and the rest;
Thy limitless crops—grass, wheat, sugar, corn, rice, hemp, hops, 
Thy barns all fill’d—thy endless freight-trains, and thy bulging store-houses, 
The grapes that ripen on thy vines—the apples in thy orchards, 
Thy incalculable lumber, beef, pork, potatoes—thy coal—thy gold and silver, 
The inexhaustible i...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...
each bud puffing out from its knot,
I changed my shoes, and then drove south. 

Up past the Blue Mountains, where 
Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,
wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair, 

its roads sunken in like a gray washboard; 
where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly, 
a dark socket from which the coal has poured,


Somebody who should have been born
is gone. 

the grass as bristly and stout as chives,
and me wondering when the ground would break, 
and ...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...er gives 
way to winter, the sea pounds this alien shore. 
Italian miners from Piemonte dig 
under towns in western Pennsylvania 
only to rediscover the same nightmare 
they left at home. A nine-year-old girl travels 
all night by train with one suitcase and an orange. 
She learns that mercy is something you can eat 
again and again while the juice spills over 
your chin, you can wipe it away with the back 
of your hands and you can never get enough....Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...in the year of 1889, and in the month of June,
Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom,
By the bursting of a dam in Pennsylvania State,
And were burned, and drowned by the flood-- oh! pity their fate! 

The embankment of the dam was considered rather weak,
And by the swelled body of water the embankment did break,
And burst o'er the valley like a leaping river,
Which caused the spectators with fear to shiver. 

And on rushed the mighty flood, like a roaring big wave,
...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...sking each other, “What can we do to kill time?”
They grow up and go to the railroad station and buy tickets for Texas, Pennsylvania, Alaska.
“Kalamazoo is all right,” they say. “But I want to see the world.”
And when they have looked the world over they come back saying it is all like Kalamazoo.

The trains come in from the east and hoot for the crossings,
And buzz away to the peach country and Chicago to the west
Or they come from the west and shoot on to th...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...TO the East and to the West; 
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, 
To the Kanadian of the North—to the Southerner I love; 
These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself—the germs are in all men; 
I believe the main purport of These States is to found a superb friendship, exalté,
 previously unknown,
Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting, latent in all men....Read more of this...

by Xavier, Emanuel
...s a gay priest that read last rites
to firefighters as towers collapsed
It was a gay pilot that crashed a plane
into Pennsylvania fields
It was a gay couple that was responsible
for the tribute of light 
in memory of the fallen
Taliban leaders would bury them 
to their necks
and tumble walls to crush their heads
Catholic leaders simply condemn them 
as perverts
having offered nothing but sin
***** blood is just rosaries scattered on tile

7.
Heroes do not ...Read more of this...

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