Famous Puddled Poems by Famous Poets

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

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The Equilibrists

by John Crowe Ransom
 Full of her long white arms and milky skin 
He had a thousand times remembered sin. 
Alone in the press of people traveled he, 
Minding her jacinth, and myrrh, and ivory. 

Mouth he remembered: the quaint orifice 
From which came heat that flamed upon the kiss, 
Till cold words came down spiral from the head. 
Grey doves from the...Read more of this...

Morning Song in the Jungle

by Rudyard Kipling
 One moment past our bodies cast
 No shadow on the plain;
Now clear and black they stride our track,
 And we run home again.
In morning-hush, each rock and bush
 Stands hard, and high, and raw:
Then give the Call: "Good rest to all
 That keep the Jungle Law!"

Now horn and pelt our peoples melt
 In covert to abide;
Now, crouched and still,...Read more of this...

The Drunken Fisherman

by Robert Lowell
 Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout
Rose to my bait. They flopped about
My canvas creel until the moth
Corrupted its unstable cloth.

A calendar to tell the day;
A handkerchief to wave away
The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm
Pouching a bottle in one...Read more of this...

Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love

by Anthony Hecht
 For William and Emily Maxwell

At this time of day
One could hear the caulking irons sound
Against the hulls in the dockyard.
Tar smoke rose between trees
And large oily patches floated on the water,
Undulating unevenly
In the purple sunlight
Like the surfaces of Florentine bronze.

At this time of day
Sounds carried clearly
Through hot silences of fading daylight.
The weedy fields lay drowned
In odors of creosote and...Read more of this...

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