Famous Roma Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Roma poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous roma poems. These examples illustrate what a famous roma poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...don't understand
Because it's kept me alive, above any wounds
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If only you hadn't swallowed yourself into a coma in Roma...
You could have gone to Florence
And looked into the eyes of Bellinni or Rafael's Portraits
Perhaps inside them
You could have found a threshold back to beauty's arms
Where it all began...
No matter that you felt betrayed by her
That is always the cost
As Frank said,
Of a young artist's remorseless passion
Which starts out as a kiss
And follows li...Read more of this...
by
Carroll, Jim
...
e li parenti miei furon lombardi,
mantoani per patria ambedui.
Nacqui sub Iulio, ancor che fosse tardi,
e vissi a Roma sotto 'l buono Augusto
nel tempo de li d?i falsi e bugiardi.
Poeta fui, e cantai di quel giusto
figliuol d'Anchise che venne di Troia,
poi che 'l superbo Ili?n fu combusto.
Ma tu perch? ritorni a tanta noia?
perch? non sali il dilettoso monte
ch'? principio e cagion di tutta gioia?».
«Or se' tu quel Virgilio e quella fonte
che spandi di parl...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...arents came from Lombardy,
and both claimed Mantua as native city.
Nacqui sub Iulio, ancor che fosse tardi,
e vissi a Roma sotto 'l buono Augusto
nel tempo de li d?i falsi e bugiardi .
And I was born, though late, sub Julio,
and lived in Rome under the good Augustus-
the season of the false and lying gods.
Poeta fui, e cantai di quel giusto
figliuol d'Anchise che venne di Troia,
poi che 'l superbo Ili?n fu combusto .
I was a poet, and I sang the righteous
son of Anchi...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
..., considering
all he would cause and who and what he was,
non pare indegno ad omo d'intelletto;
ch'e' fu de l'alma Roma e di suo impero
ne l'empireo ciel per padre eletto :
that does not seem incomprehensible,
since in the empyrean heaven he was chosen
to father honored Rome and her empire;
la quale e 'l quale, a voler dir lo vero,
fu stabilita per lo loco santo
u' siede il successor del maggior Piero .
and if the truth be told, Rome and her realm
were desti...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...le Sabine
al dolor di Lucrezia in sette regi,
vincendo intorno le genti vicine.
Sai quel ch'el f? portato da li egregi
Romani incontro a Brenno, incontro a Pirro,
incontro a li altri principi e collegi;
onde Torquato e Quinzio, che dal cirro
negletto fu nomato, i Deci e ' Fabi
ebber la fama che volontier mirro.
Esso atterr? l'orgoglio de li Ar?bi
che di retro ad Annibale passaro
l'alpestre rocce, Po, di che tu labi.
Sott'esso giovanetti triunfaro
Scipione e Pompeo; e a qu...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...voler nonpossa non ricida.
Ond'io, che solo innanzi a li altri parlo,
ti priego, se mai vedi quel paese
che siede tra Romagna e quel di Carlo,
che tu mi sie di tuoi prieghi cortese
in Fano, sì che ben per me s'adori
pur ch'i' possa purgar le gravi offese.
Quindi fu' io; ma li profondi fóri
ond'uscì 'l sangue in sul quale io sedea,
fatti mi fuoro in grembo a li Antenori,
là dov'io più sicuro esser credea:
quel da Esti il fé far, che m'avea in ira
assai più là che dritto n...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...dost hold
Upon the seven hills thy reign!
O Mother without blot or stain,
Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold!
O Roma, Roma, at thy feet
I lay this barren gift of song!
For, ah! the way is steep and long
That leads unto thy sacred street.
II.
And yet what joy it were for me
To turn my feet unto the south,
And journeying towards the Tiber mouth
To kneel again at Fiesole!
And wandering through the tangled pines
That break the gold of Arno's stream,
To see the purple...Read more of this...
by
Wilde, Oscar
...(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and
Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!)
I
I saw the musty shingles of my house,
raw wood and fixed once, now a wash of moss
eroded by the ruin of age
furning all fair and green things into waste.
I climbed the pasture. I saw the dim sun drink
the ice just thawing from the boldered fallow,
woods crowd the foothills, sieze last summer's field,
and higher up, the sickl...Read more of this...
by
Lowell, Robert
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