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Famous Pulling Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...eliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick.—R. B. [back]
Note 5. The first ceremony of Halloween is pulling each a “stock,” or plant of kail. They must go out, hand in hand, with eyes shut, and pull the first they meet with: its being big or little, straight or crooked, is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their spells-the husband or wife. If any “yird,” or earth, stick to the root, that is “tocher,” or fortune; and the tas...Read more of this...



by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...ou ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
  (And her only thirty-one.)
  I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
  It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
  (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)              160
  The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
  You are a proper fool, I said.
  Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
  What you get marrie...Read more of this...

by Heaney, Seamus
...currant, without
Having to raise his voice,
Or order a quick stout
By a lifting of the eyes
And a discreet dumb-show
Of pulling off the top;
At closing time would go
In waders and peaked cap
Into the showery dark,
A dole-kept breadwinner
But a natural for work.
I loved his whole manner,
Sure-footed but too sly,
His deadpan sidling tact,
His fisherman's quick eye
And turned observant back.

Incomprehensible
To him, my other life.
Sometimes on the high stool,
Too bu...Read more of this...

by Finch, Annie
...urage
around us. The vigil is wordless. And you

watch the longest, move the farthest, besieged by your breath,
pulling into your body. You stare towards your death,
head arched on the pillow, your left fingers curled.
Your mouth sucking gently, unmoved by these hours
and their vigil of salt spray, you show us how far
you are going, and how long the long minutes are,
while spiralling night watches over the room
and takes you, until you watch us in turn.

L...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...xt war and peace: 
Choosing each stone, and poising every weight, 
Trying the measures of the breadth and height; 
Here pulling down, and there erecting new, 
Founding a firm state by proportions true. 

When Gideon so did from the war retreat, 
Yet by the conquest of two kings grown great, 
He on the peace extends a warlike power, 
And Israel silent saw him raze the tower; 
And how he Succorth's Elders durst suppress, 
With thorns and briars of the wilderness. 
No ki...Read more of this...



by Rossetti, Christina
...
Puffing and blowing,
Chuckling, clapping, crowing,
Clucking and gobbling,
Mopping and mowing,
Full of airs and graces,
Pulling wry faces,
Demure grimaces,
Cat-like and rat-like,
Ratel and wombat-like,
Snail-paced in a hurry,
Parrot-voiced and whistler,
Helter-skelter, hurry-skurry,
Chattering like magpies,
Fluttering like pigeons,
Gliding like fishes, --
Hugged her and kissed her;
Squeezed and caressed her;
Stretched up their dishes,
Panniers and plates:
"Look at our apples
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by Kipling, Rudyard
...de by side (because our fate
 Damned us ere our birth)
 We stole out of Limbo Gate
 Looking for the Earth.
 Hand in pulling hand amid
 Fear no dreams have known,
 Helen ran with me, she did,
 Helen all alone!

 When the Horror passing speech
 Hunted us along,
 Each laid hold on each, and each
 Found the other strong.
 In the teeth of Things forbid
 And Reason overthrown,
 Helen stood by me, she did,
 Helen all alone!

 When, at last, we heard those Fires
 Dull and die...Read more of this...

by Soto, Gary
..., the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
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,
A...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...Worsewick was nothing fancy.

 Then I came, and just cleared her in a split secondlike

an airplane in the movies, pulling out of a nosedive and sail-

ing over the roof of a school.

 My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the

light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing

and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fishcome

forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

His eyes were stiff like iron.





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by Brautigan, Richard
...ere was a family from New York parked there in a

ten-room trailer.

 Three children came by drinking rub-a-dub and pulling

an old granny by her legs. Her legs were straight out and

stiff and her butt was banging on the carpet. Those kids were

pretty drunk and the old granny wasn't too sober either, shout-

ing something like, "Let the Civil War come again, I'm ready

to ****!"

 We went down to Little Redfish Lake. The campgrounds

there were just about ab...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...o the branches. 'Tis a bit uncouth."

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He watched the fish against the blowing sky, Writhing 
and glittering, pulling at the line.
"The hook is fast, I might just let him die," He mused. "But 
that would jar against your fine
Sense of true sportsmanship, I know it would," Cried Eunice. "Let 
me do it." Swift and light
She ran towards him. "It is so long 
now Since I have felt a bite,
I lost all heart for everything." She stood,
Supple and str...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ents; 
These come to me days and nights, and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself. 

Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am; 
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary; 
Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, 
Looking with side-curved head, curious what will come next;
Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it. 

Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fo...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...late,
Past midnight sometimes, when he knocked. His state
Was like a flabby orange whose crushed skin
Is thin with pulling, and all dented in.
He practised every morning and her heart
Followed his bow. But often she would sit,
While he was playing, quite withdrawn apart,
Absently fingering and touching it,
The locket, which now seemed to her a bit
Of some gone youth. His music drew her tears,
And through the notes he played, her dreading ears
Heard Heinrich's...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...ay began to roll. 
The Earth trembling and naked lay 
In secret bed of mortal clay; 
On Sinai felt the Hand Divine 
Pulling back the bloody shrine; 
And she heard the breath of God, 
As she heard by Eden’s flood: 
‘Good and Evil are no more! 
Sinai’s trumpets cease to roar! 
Cease, finger of God, to write! 
The Heavens are not clean in Thy sight. 
Thou art good, and Thou alone; 
Nor may the sinner cast one stone. 
To be good only, is to be 
A God or else a Pharise...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...n the other side. Now on the lee
It took the "Horn of Fortune". Straining sight
Could see it hauled aboard, men pulling on the crane.

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Then up above the eager brigantine,
Along her slender masts, the sails took flight,
Were sheeted home, and ropes were coiled. The shine
Of the wet anchor, when its heavy weight
Rose splashing to the deck. These things they saw,
Christine and Max, upon the crowded quay.
They saw the sails grow white, then blue in shad...Read more of this...

by McGough, Roger
...e, first severed" he declared
"fingers, feet or toes"

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

"Please may I leave the room sir?"
a trembling vandal enquired
"Of course you may" said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to ...Read more of this...

by Walcott, Derek
...ry beach the long day ends,
and there, on that last stretch of sand,
on a beach bare of all but light,
dark hands start pulling in the seine
of the dark sea, deep, deep inland.


5 Shabine Encounters the
 Middle Passage

Man, I brisk in the galley first thing next dawn,
brewing li'l coffee; fog coil from the sea
like the kettle steaming when I put it down
slow, slow, 'cause I couldn't believe what I see:
where the horizon was one silver haze,
the fog swirl and swell into ...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
...Read more of this...

by Dunn, Stephen
...ample,
it blames the cat for the original crime,
how it wants praise for its better side.

And yet it's as human
as pulling the plug on your Dad
whose world has turned
to feces and fog, human as--
Well, let's admit, it's a mild thing
as human things go.

But I felt the one good wing
flutter in my palm--
the smallest protest, if that's what it was,
I ever felt or heard.
Reminded me of how my eyelid has twitched,
the need to account for it.
Hard to believe no on...Read more of this...

by Hillringhouse, Mark
...ng to regain my balance
behind the men who walk home
from sweaty jobs with clenched fists
and the women who follow them
pulling their children
like dogs in the rain....Read more of this...

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