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Famous Planted Poems by Famous Poets

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...together dwell, 
And reformation in full glory shines. 
Oh for a muse of more exalted wing, 
To celebrate those men who planted first 
The christian church in these remotest lands; 
From those high plains where spreads a colony, 
Gen'rous and free, from Massachusett-shores, 
To the cold lakes margin'd with snow: from that 
Long dreary tract of shady woods and hills, 
Where Hudson's icy stream rolls his cold wave, 
To those more sunny bowers where zephyrs breath, 
And round wh...Read more of this...
by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry



...
I might employ; and if you scent remorse, 
There may be growing such a flower as that 
In the unsightly garden where I planted,
Not knowing the seed or what was coming of it. 
I’ve done much wondering if I planted it; 
But our poor wonder, when it comes too late, 
Fights with a lath, and one that solid fact 
Breaks while it yawns and looks another way
For a less negligible adversary. 
Away with wonder, then; though I’m at odds 
With conscience, even tonight, for good assuran...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...foe and stablishing the friend,--
O, that were much, and I could be a part
Of the round day, related to the sun
And planted world, and full executor
Of their imperfect functions.
But these young scholars, who invade our hills,
Bold as the engineer who fells the wood,
And traveling often in the cut he makes,
Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names.
The old men studied magic in the flowers,
And human fortunes in astronomy...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...ee the Pride In the Panther
as she nurtures her young all alone
The seed must grow regardless
of the fact that it is planted in stone.
Can You See the Pride In the Panthers
as they unify as one.
The flower blooms with brilliance,
and outshines the rays of the sun. ...Read more of this...
by Shakur, Tupac
...and the slave hands,
In indentured hands and adventurous hands,
Turning the rich soil went the plow in many hands
That planted and harvested the food that fed
And the cotton that clothed America.
Clang against the trees went the ax into many hands
That hewed and shaped the rooftops of America.
Splash into the rivers and the seas went the boat-hulls
That moved and transported America.
Crack went the whips that drove the horses
Across the plains of America.
Free hands and slav...Read more of this...
by Hughes, Langston



...ought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
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by Angelou, Maya
...s breast, 
Besides the wound that sent his soul to rest, 
They found the scattered dints of many a scar 
Which were not planted there in recent war: 
Where'er had pass'd his summer years of life, 
It seems they vanish'd in a land of strife; 
But all unknown his glory or his guilt, 
These only told that somewhere blood was spilt. 
And Ezzelin, who might have spoke the past, 
Return'd no more — that night appear'd his last. 

XXIV. 

Upon that night (a peasant's is the tale) 
A...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day...Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That...Read more of this...
by Soto, Gary
...s whole wealth, yea more, 
A Heaven on Earth: For blissful Paradise 
Of God the garden was, by him in the east 
Of Eden planted; Eden stretched her line 
From Auran eastward to the royal towers 
Of great Seleucia, built by Grecian kings, 
Of where the sons of Eden long before 
Dwelt in Telassar: In this pleasant soil 
His far more pleasant garden God ordained; 
Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow 
All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; 
And all amid them s...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...rrected in all men
whenever they mold their days and nights
as when for twenty-five days and nights you molded mine
and planted the seed that dives into my God
and will do so forever
no matter how often I sweep the floor....Read more of this...
by Sexton, Anne
...r blooms, 
Ev'n in that deadly grove — 
A single rose is shedding there 
Its lonely lustre, meek and pale: 
It looks as planted by Despair — 
So white — so faint — the slightest gale 
Might whirl the leaves on high; 
And yet, though storms and blight assail, 
And hands more rude than wintry sky 
May wring it from the stem — in vain — 
To-morrow sees it bloom again! 
The stalk some spirit gently rears, 
And waters with celestial tears; 
For well may maids of Helle deem 
That t...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...spite. 
438 For realists, what is is what should be. 
439 And so it came, his cabin shuffled up, 
440 His trees were planted, his duenna brought 
441 Her prismy blonde and clapped her in his hands, 
442 The curtains flittered and the door was closed. 
443 Crispin, magister of a single room, 
444 Latched up the night. So deep a sound fell down 
445 It was as if the solitude concealed 
446 And covered him and his congenial sleep. 
447 So deep a sound fell down it grew...Read more of this...
by Stevens, Wallace
...they go,
     The Gael above, Fitz-James below.
     The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed,
     His knee was planted on his breast;
     His clotted locks he backward threw,
     Across his brow his hand he drew,
     From blood and mist to clear his sight,
     Then gleamed aloft his dagger bright!
     But hate and fury ill supplied
     The stream of life's exhausted tide,
     And all too late the advantage came,
     To turn the odds of deadly game;
 ...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...s swag on the deep

Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along 
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.

Then the perilous path was planted:
And a river, and a spring
On every cliff and tomb;
And on the bleached bones
Red clay brought forth.

Till the villain left the paths of ease,
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes.

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mil...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking ...Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...like mine? 

Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear: 
For these are all the grapes SIon doth bear, 
Though I my vine planted and watred there: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall
Upon my head: so I remove it all
From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Then with the reed they gave to me before, 
They strike my head, the rock from whence all store
Of heavn'ly blessings issue evermore: 
Was ever g...Read more of this...
by Herbert, George
...here I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!
"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"
II. A GAME OF CHESS
 The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the ma...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...ago—
The while cliffs of Dover— 
 Little did I know. 

XL 
As I grow older, looking back, I see 
Not those the longest planted in the heart 
Are the most missed. Some unions seem to be 
Too close for even death to tear apart. 
Those who have lived together many years, 
And deeply learnt to read each other's mind, 
Vanities, tempers, virtues, hopes, and fears— 
One cannot go—nor is one left behind. 
Alas, with John and me this was not so; 
I was defrauded even of the past. 
O...Read more of this...
by Miller, Alice Duer
...dispiteous.
"O leve* brother," quoth this Arius, *dear
"Give me a plant of thilke* blessed tree, *that
And in my garden planted shall it be."
Of later date of wives hath he read,
That some have slain their husbands in their bed,
And let their *lechour dight them* all the night, *lover ride them*
While that the corpse lay on the floor upright:
And some have driven nails into their brain,
While that they slept, and thus they have them slain:
Some have them given poison in their...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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