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Famous Root Poems by Famous Poets

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...e horns, and bring
The soft and silky blossoms to the vine,
Where is that old nepenthe which of yore
Man got from poppy root and glossy-berried mandragore!

There was a time when any common bird
Could make me sing in unison, a time
When all the strings of boyish life were stirred
To quick response or more melodious rhyme
By every forest idyll; - do I change?
Or rather doth some evil thing through thy fair pleasaunce range?

Nay, nay, thou art the same: 'tis I who seek
To vex ...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar



...gs gonna be sliced with a razor. 
Them kitchens gonna get a boulder in the belly. 
Them phones gonna be torn out at the root. 
There's power in the Lord, baby, 
and he's gonna turn off the moon. 
He's gonna nail you up in a closet 
and there'll be no more Atlantic, 
no more dreams, no more seeds. 
One noon as you walk out to the mailbox 
He'll snatch you up -- 
a wopman beside the road like a red mitten. 

There's a sack over my head. 
I can't see. I'm blind. 
The sea collaps...Read more of this...
by Sexton, Anne
...n has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)...Read more of this...
by Cummings, Edward Estlin (E E)
......
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the 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 no...Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...woe 
 In all Hell's depths than cometh when those who 
 Look back to Eden. But if thou wouldst learn 
 Our love's first root, I can but weep and tell. 
 One day, and for delight in idleness, 
 - Alone we were, without suspicion, - 
 We read together, and chanced the page to turn 
 Where Galahad tells the tale of Lancelot, 
 How love constrained him. Oft our meeting eyes, 
 Confessed the theme, and conscious cheeks were hot, 
 Reading, but only when that instant came 
 Where t...Read more of this...
by Alighieri, Dante



...hen rising, start, and beckon him to fly 
From some imagined spectre in pursuit; 
Then seat her down upon some linden's root, 
And hide her visage with her meagre hand, 
Or trace strange characters along the sand. — 
This could not last — she lies by him she loved; 
Her tale untold — her truth too dearly proved....Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...ament,
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love’s awakened root do bud out now.

If, as water stirred more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those, like so many spheres, but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in time of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate the spring’s i...Read more of this...
by Donne, John
...t...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the 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 liv...Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...d: for whence, 
But from the author of all ill, could spring 
So deep a malice, to confound the race 
Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell 
To mingle and involve, done all to spite 
The great Creator? But their spite still serves 
His glory to augment. The bold design 
Pleased highly those infernal States, and joy 
Sparkled in all their eyes: with full assent 
They vote: whereat his speech he thus renews:-- 
"Well have ye judged, well ended long debate, 
Synod of Gods,...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...their several active spheres assigned, 
Till body up to spirit work, in bounds 
Proportioned to each kind. So from the root 
Springs lighter the green stalk, from thence the leaves 
More aery, last the bright consummate flower 
Spirits odorous breathes: flowers and their fruit, 
Man's nourishment, by gradual scale sublimed, 
To vital spirits aspire, to animal, 
To intellectual; give both life and sense, 
Fancy and understanding; whence the soul 
Reason receives, and reason i...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...succour far. 
So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud 
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the tree 
Of prohibition, root of all our woe; 
Which when she saw, thus to her guide she spake. 
Serpent, we might have spared our coming hither, 
Fruitless to me, though fruit be here to excess, 
The credit of whose virtue rest with thee; 
Wonderous indeed, if cause of such effects. 
But of this tree we may not taste nor touch; 
God so commanded, and left that command 
Sole daughte...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...
I am mad for it to be in contact with me. 

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The smoke of my own breath; 
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine; 
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood
 and air through my lungs;
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and
 dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn; 
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d to the eddies
 of the wind; 
A few light...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...hese contènts
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
   So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
   You live in th...Read more of this...
by Shakespeare, William
...it.   One summer-day I chanced to see  This old man doing all he could  About the root of an old tree,  A stump of rotten wood.  The mattock totter'd in his hand;  So vain was his endeavour  That at the root of the old tree  He might have worked for ever.   "You've overtasked, good Simon Lee,  Give me your tool" to him I said;  And at the word right gla...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...scrout him, flog him, fratch him." 
"All right," I said. "But first you'll catch him." 

The men who don't know to the root 
The joy of being swift of foot, 
Have never known divine and fresh 
The glory of the gift of flesh, 
Nor felt the feet exult, not gone 
Along a dim road, on and on, 
Knowing again the bursting glows, 
the mating hare in April knows, 
Who tingles to the pads with mirth 
At being the swiftest thing on earth. 
O, if you want to know delight, 
Run naked in...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...whatever it might be, 
With such a closeness, but apart there grew, 
Save that he were the swine thou spakest of, 
Some root of knighthood and pure nobleness; 
Whereto see thou, that it may bear its flower. 

`"And spake I not too truly, O my knights? 
Was I too dark a prophet when I said 
To those who went upon the Holy Quest, 
That most of them would follow wandering fires, 
Lost in the quagmire?--lost to me and gone, 
And left me gazing at a barren board, 
And a lean Order...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...
To go away and let the sun and moon 
And all the silly stars illuminate 
A place for creeping things, 
And those that root and trumpet and have wings, 
And herd and ruminate,
Or dive and flash and poise in rivers and seas, 
Or by their loyal tails in lofty trees 
Hang screeching lewd victorious derision 
Of man’s immortal vision. 
Shall we, because Eternity records
Too vast an answer for the time-born words 
We spell, whereof so many are dead that once 
In our capricious le...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...that they may be a rod.

What is now proved was once, only imagin'd.
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots, the
lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows 
One thought. fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid
you.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn
of the crow.


PLATE...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the 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....Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...ce answered . . "Life" . . . I turned & knew
(O Heaven have mercy on such wretchedness!)
That what I thought was an old root which grew
To strange distortion out of the hill side
Was indeed one of that deluded crew,
And that the grass which methought hung so wide
And white, was but his thin discoloured hair,
And that the holes it vainly sought to hide
Were or had been eyes.--"lf thou canst forbear
To join the dance, which I had well forborne,"
Said the grim Feature, of my tho...Read more of this...
by Shelley, Percy Bysshe

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