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Famous Primal Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Du Bois, W. E. B.
...O Truce of God!
And primal meeting of the Sons of Man,
Foreshadowing the union of the World!
From all the ends of earth we come!
Old Night, the elder sister of the Day,
Mother of Dawn in the golden East,
Meets in the misty twilight with her brood,
Pale and black, tawny, red and brown,
The mighty human rainbow of the world,
Spanning its wilderness of storm.
Softly in sy...Read more of this...



by Wharton, Edith
...l I not wander there, a shadow's shade,
A spectre self-destroyed,
So purged of all remembrance and sucked back
Into the primal void,
That should we on that shore phantasmal meet
I should not know the coming of your feet?...Read more of this...

by Moody, William Vaughn
...> 
By desert people immemorial 
On Arizonan mesas shall be done 
Dim rites unto the thunder and the sun; 
Nor shall the primal gods lack sacrifice 
More splendid, when the white Sierras call 
Unto the Rockies straightway to arise 
And dance before the unveiled ark of the year, 
Sounding their windy cedars as for shawms, 
Unrolling rivers clear 
For flutter of broad phylacteries; 
While Shasta signals to Alaskan seas 
That watch old sluggish glaciers downward creep 
To fling t...Read more of this...

by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
...hem on the quick,
As having the same warrant over them
To hold and move them if they will or no,
Alike imperious as the primal rhythm
Of that theurgic nature ? I must fail,
Who fail at the beginning to hold and move
One man, -- and he my cousin, and he my friend,
And he born tender, made intelligent,
Inclined to ponder the precipitous sides
Of difficult questions ; yet, obtuse to me, 
Of me, incurious ! likes me very well,
And wishes me a paradise of good,
Good looks, good me...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...e us grow? 
Concede the means; allow his head and hand, 
(A large concession, clever as you are) 


Good! In our common primal element 
Of unbelief (we can't believe, you know-- 
We're still at that admission, recollect!) 
Where do you find--apart from, towering o'er 
The secondary temporary aims 
Which satisfy the gross taste you despise-- 
Where do you find his star?--his crazy trust 
God knows through what or in what? it's alive 
And shines and leads him, and that's all we...Read more of this...



by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...od
the child of very simplicity, and in the grace
and beauteous attitude of infantine wonder,
is apt to absorb Ideas in primal purity,
and by the assimilation of thatt immortal food
may build immortal life; but ever with the growth
of understanding, as the sensible images
are more and more corrupt, troubled by questioning thought,
or with vainglory alloy'd, 'tis like enought the boy
in prospect of his manhood wil hav cast to th' winds
his Baptism with his Babyhood; nor might ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ongs, reliev’d, recluse by myself, for my own ears
 only;
Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again, O Nature, your primal sanities! 
—These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and rack’d by
 the
 war-strife;) 
These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, 
While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city; 
Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain’d a certain time, refusi...Read more of this...

by Cullen, Countee
...gone mad with pain
I must match its weird refrain;
Ever must I twist and squirm,
Writhing like a baited worm,
While its primal measures drip
Through my body, crying, "Strip!
Doff this new exuberance.
Come and dance the Lover's Dance!"
In an old remembered way
Rain works on me night and day.

Quaint, outlandish heathen gods
Black men fashion out of rods,
Clay, and brittle bits of stone,
In a likeness like their own,
My conversion came high-priced;
I belong to Jesus Chr...Read more of this...

by Belloc, Hilaire
...ith every joy, receive attendant ill?
Must some lewd evil follow all our good
And muttering dog our brief beatitude?

A primal doom, inexorable, wise,
Permitted, ordered, even these to rise.
Even in the shadow of so bright a Lord
Must swarm and propagate the filthy horde
Debased, accursed I say, abhorrent and abhorred.
Accursed and curse-bestowing. For whosoe'er
Shall suffer their contagion, everywhere
Falls from the estate of man and finds his end
To the mere bev...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...lm: the moon hath rest: but we
Lords of the natural world are yet our own dread enemy.

Is this the end of all that primal force
Which, in its changes being still the same,
From eyeless Chaos cleft its upward course,
Through ravenous seas and whirling rocks and flame,
Till the suns met in heaven and began
Their cycles, and the morning stars sang, and the Word was Man!

Nay, nay, we are but crucified, and though
The bloody sweat falls from our brows like rain
Loosen the na...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...ateway of the Lost. The Eternal Three 
 Justice impelled to build me. Here ye see 
 Wisdom Supreme at work, and Primal Power, 
 And Love Supernal in their dawnless day. 
 Ere from their thought creation rose in flower 
 Eternal first were all things fixed as they. 
 Of Increate Power infinite formed am I 
 That deathless as themselves I do not die. 
 Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. 
 All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here. 
 This...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...'l primo amore . 

JUSTICE URGED ON MY HIGH ARTIFICER; 
MY MAKER WAS DIVINE AUTHORITY, 
THE HIGHEST WISDOM, AND THE PRIMAL LOVE. 


Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create 
se non etterne, e io etterno duro. 
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate ". 

BEFORE ME NOTHING BUT ETERNAL THINGS 
WERE MADE, AND I ENDURE ETERNALLY. 
ABANDON EVERY HOPE, WHO ENTER HERE. 


Queste parole di colore oscuro 
vid'io scritte al sommo d'una porta; 
per ch'io: «Maestro, il se...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...prising in the night, it sprouts, blooms, 
And fills the earth with use and beauty.)

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Passage indeed, O soul, to primal thought! 
Not lands and seas alone—thy own clear freshness, 
The young maturity of brood and bloom; 
To realms of budding bibles. 

O soul, repressless, I with thee, and thou with me,
Thy circumnavigation of the world begin; 
Of man, the voyage of his mind’s return, 
To reason’s early paradise, 
Back, back to wisdom’s birth, to innocent intuitions...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...zzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, Pioneers! O pioneers! 

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 These are of us, they are with us, 
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing, Pioneers! O pioneers! 

21
 O you daughters of the west! 
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives! 
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united, Pioneers! O pioneers! 

22
 Minstrels latent on...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...es the handle, and sets it firmly in the socket; 
The shadowy processions of the portraits of the past users also, 
The primal patient mechanics, the architects and engineers, 
The far-off Assyrian edifice and Mizra edifice, 
The Roman lictors preceding the consuls,
The antique European warrior with his axe in combat, 
The uplifted arm, the clatter of blows on the helmeted head, 
The death-howl, the limpsey tumbling body, the rush of friend and foe thither, 
The siege of revo...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
.... 

18O expanding and swift! O henceforth, 
Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and audacious;
A world primal again—Vistas of glory, incessant and branching; 
A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander far—with new contests, 
New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts. 

These! my voice announcing—I will sleep no more, but arise; 
You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring,
 preparing un...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...
Something not evil but grotesque and groping, 
Something not clear; not final; not sublime; 
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree 
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea, 
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony 
Being most strange in its simplicity. 

Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed 
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him. 
By the black oa...Read more of this...

by Eluard, Paul
...their liquid eyes 

This is the toilet of transience 
The final toilet of life 
Stones sink and disappear 
In the vast, primal waters 
The final toilet of time 

Hardly a memory remains 
the dried-up well of virtue 
In the long, oppressive absences 
One surrenders to tender flesh 
Under the spell of weakness 

III. As deep as the silence 

As deep as the silence 
Of a corpse under ground 
With nothing but darkness in mind 

As dull and deaf 
As autumn by the pond 
Covered...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...fting and unstable sand, 
Which wastes beneath the steady chime 
And beating of the waves of Time! 
Who from its bed of primal rock 
First wrenched thy dark, unshapely block? 
Whose hand, of curious skill untaught, 
Thy rude and savage outline wrought? 
The waters of my native stream 
Are glancing in the sun's warm beam; 
From sail-urged keel and flashing oar 
The circles widen to its shore; 
And cultured field and peopled town 
Slope to its willowed margin down. 
Yet, wh...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...e on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I a...Read more of this...

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