Famous Saliva Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Saliva poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous saliva poems. These examples illustrate what a famous saliva poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
...
I would not play her larcenous tricks
To have her looks! She lied and stole,
And spat into my love's pure pyx
The rank saliva of her soul.
And still they sing, the nightingales.
I would not for her white and pink,
Though such he likes—her grace of limb,
Though such he has praised—nor yet, I think,
For life itself, though spent with him,
Commit such sacrilege, affront
God's nature which is love, intrude
'Twixt two affianced souls, and hunt
Like spiders, in the altar'...Read more of this...
by
Bosselaar, Laure-Anne
...
Love it when ‘plethora’, ‘indolence’, ‘damask’,
or my new word: ‘lasciviousness,’ stain my tongue,
thicken my saliva, sweet as those sticks — black
and slick with every lick it took to make daggers
out of them: sticky spikes I brandished straight up
to the ebony crucifix in the dorm, with the pride
of a child more often punished than praised.
‘Amuck,’ ‘awkward,’ or ‘knuckles,’ have jaw-
breaker flavors; there’s honey in ‘hunter’s moon,’
hot pepper in ‘hu...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...e creature lieta
volve sua spera e beata si gode.
Or discendiamo omai a maggior pieta;
gi? ogne stella cade che saliva
quand'io mi mossi, e 'l troppo star si vieta».
Noi ricidemmo il cerchio a l'altra riva
sovr'una fonte che bolle e riversa
per un fossato che da lei deriva.
L'acqua era buia assai pi? che persa;
e noi, in compagnia de l'onde bige,
intrammo gi? per una via diversa.
In la palude va c'ha nome Stige
questo tristo ruscel, quand'? dis...Read more of this...
by
García Lorca, Federico
...ish for the witness and vigilance of all things,
and because of the sky blue ground of black footprints,
obscure names, saliva, and chrome radios were still crying.
It doesn't matter if the boy grows silent when stuck with the last pin,
or if the breeze is defeated in cupped cotton flowers,
because there is a world of death whose perpetual sailors will appear in the arches and
freeze you from behind the trees.
It's useless to look for the bend
where night loses its wa...Read more of this...
by
García Lorca, Federico
...pty women, with hot wax children,
with fermented trees and tireless waiters
who serve platters of salt beneath harps of saliva.
There's no other way, my son, vomit! There's no other way.
It's not the vomit of hussars on the breasts of their whores,
nor the vomit of cats that inadvertently swallowed frogs,
but the dead who scratch with clay hands
on flint gates where clouds and desserts decay.
The fat lady came first
with the crowds from the ships, taverns, and pa...Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...A girl in a green mini-
skirt, not very pretty, walks
down the street.
A businessman stops, turns
to stare at her ass
that looks like a moldy
refrigerator.
There are now 200,000,000 people
in America....Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...ita
che surga sù di cuor che in grazia viva;
l'altra che val, che 'n ciel non è udita?».
E già il poeta innanzi mi saliva,
e dicea: «Vienne omai; vedi ch'è tocco
meridian dal sole e a la riva
cuopre la notte già col piè Morrocco».
Purgatorio: Canto V
Io era già da quell'ombre partito,
e seguitava l'orme del mio duca,
quando di retro a me, drizzando 'l dito,
una gridò: «Ve' che non par che luca
lo raggio da sinistra a quel di sotto,
e come vivo par che si condu...Read more of this...
by
Kinnell, Galway
...haps also by a flush rising into my face,
for a word -- one with a thick sound,
as if a porous vowel had sat soaking up
saliva while waiting to get spoken,
possibly the name of some flower
that hummingbirds love, perhaps
"honeysuckle" or "hollyhock"
or "phlox" -- just then shocked me
with its suddenness, and this time
apparently did burst the insulation,
letting the word sound in the open
where all could hear, for these tiny, irascible,
nectar-addicted puritans jumped back
al...Read more of this...
by
Lima, Rossy Evelin
...I carve mockingbirds and quetzals,
my saliva sends the tones to its wings.
Seawater sprouts from my throat,
the orange sun, the green jade;
I hand them over
after chewing them for five centuries.
Once carved I let them free,
astray
in this errant world.
I leave my cry in every one of them,
and the animals that don’t walk
turn ...Read more of this...
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