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Famous Scraped Poems by Famous Poets

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...d, for most, to the attitudes
of festive northbound jets gaining height -
closer, for some few, to the memory
of ulcers scraped with a tin spoon
or sweated faces bowing before dry
where the flesh is worn inside out,
all the hunger-organs clutched in rank nylon,
by those for whom exhaustion is spirit: 

an intrusive, heart-narrowing season
at this far southern foot of the monsoon.
As the kleenex flower, the hibiscus
drops its browning wads, we forget
annually, as one forge...Read more of this...
by Murray, Les



...herring
while he waits for a herring boat to come in.
There are sequins on his vest and on his thumb.
He has scraped the scales, the principal beauty,
from unnumbered fish with that black old knife,
the blade of which is almost worn away.

Down at the water's edge, at the place
where they haul up the boats, up the long ramp
descending into the water, thin silver
tree trunks are laid horizontally
across the gray stones, down and down 
at intervals of fo...Read more of this...
by Bishop, Elizabeth
...r,
And foot by foot, and inch by inch, we worked the raft ashore.

The bank was staked with grinding ice, and as we scraped and crashed,
I only knew one thing to do, and through my mind it flashed:
Yet while I groped to find the rope, I heard Bill's savage cry:
"That's my job, lad! It's me that jumps. I'll snub this raft or die!"
I saw him leap, I saw him creep, I saw him gain the land;
I saw him crawl, I saw him fall, then run with rope in hand.
And then the dark...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...ade ‘A’ salmon and their

Aunt Mary had her chiropodist’s surgery over the shop;

When I got a verucca at the baths she scraped it away

Week after week till it bled into nothing.



Up Easy Road was the Maypole with its tiled tapestry of

Village Green, flower-decked maypole and dancing children

Like little Shirley Temples with bows in their hair and

Bows tied to their shepherds’ crooks. There were biscuits

In boxes with glass tops and Mrs Hyde, the manageress,

U...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...e beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du. 

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend 

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root, 
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw. 

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.<...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia



...embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage: they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died— 
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fien...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...s for the poor shepherds. I am a communist. 
Farewell ye Greyhound where I suffered so much, 
 hurt my knee and scraped my hand and built 
 my pectoral muscles big as a vagina.

 May 9, 1956...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...'m not a timid woman.
You are the woman I can't mention;
my palms itch with slick anger.
You are the heiress of scraped knees.

You are the woman I can't mention
to a woman I want to love.
You are the heiress of scaped knees:
scrub them in mountain water.

To a woman, I want to love
women you could turn into,
scrub them in mountain water,
stroke their astonishing faces.

Women you could turn into
the scare mask of Bad Mother
stroke their astonishing fa...Read more of this...
by Hacker, Marilyn
...it now.
 I ain't much good at writin' notes, but here goes: "Dearest Mother,
I've been in many 'ot old `do's'; I've scraped through safe some'ow,
 But now I'm on the very point of tacklin' another.
A little job of hand-grenades; they called for volunteers.
 They picked me out; I'm proud of it; it seems a trifle dicky.
If anythin' should 'appen, well, there ain't no call for tears,
 And so . . . I 'opes this finds you well. -- Your werry lovin' ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...unfrown itself. 

The hand that held my wrist 
Was battered on one knuckle; 
At every step you missed 
My right ear scraped a buckle. 

You beat time on my head 
With a palm caked hard by dirt, 
Then waltzed me off to bed 
Still clinging to your shirt....Read more of this...
by Roethke, Theodore
...." 
"an aberration..." 
my hands sink into the
keyboard
of my
Macintosh,
it's the same old
con
that scraped me
off the streets and
park benches,
the same simple
line
I learned in those
cheap rooms,
I can't let
go,
sitting here
on this 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
pajamas
still pretending to be
a writer. 
the gods smile down,
the gods smile down,
the gods smile down. 
Black Sparrow "New Year's Greeting" 1992...Read more of this...
by Thomas, Dylan
...o go sleddin' and skatin',
An' every day his father fetched him to school in the pung
An' brought him back agin.
We scraped an' scraped fer Neddy,
We wanted him to have a education.
We sent him to High School,
An' then he went up to Boston to Technology.
He was a minin' engineer,
An' doin' real well,
A credit to his bringin' up.
But his very first position ther was an explosion in the mine.
And I'm glad! I'm glad!
He ain't here to see me now.
Neddy! Ne...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind 
 feet,
And they started to
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British Dog, but a Heathen Chinese.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There were surely a dozen...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...put hem there I do not know -
One of these rabid reds, no doubt;
But I for freedom struck my blow,
With bitter blade I scraped them out.
There now, said I, I will forget,
And smoke my pipe and drink my beer -
Yet in my mind these words were set:
"Courage, my comrades, war is near!"

"Courage, my comrades, war is near!"
I hear afar its hateful drums;
Its horrid din assails my ear:
I hope I die before it comes. . . .
Yet as into the town I go,
And listen to...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.

She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.

Sadie bore two babies
Under her maiden name.
Maud and Ma and Papa
Nearly died of shame.

When Sadie said her last so-long
Her girls struck out from home.
(Sadie left as heritage
Her ...Read more of this...
by Brooks, Gwendolyn
...skin 

As women 
we blindly wish 
past the climax of passion 
as we vanish into a world of men 
whose ribcages we were scraped from 
Perhaps we are born of seeds 
our essence crawling up the stem 
to feed the bees. 

Perhaps 
every flower you see 
is a woman 
and when 
she's in bloom 
and when she is blooming 
red 
and when her leaves are wingbeats 
of green in the autumn wind 
beating wings of green, yes 
even as the wind tries to humiliate her 
it fails because 
she's ...Read more of this...
by Zaran, Lisa
...Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
 They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each other off.
There are sorrows keener than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
al...Read more of this...
by Kenyon, Jane
...

The orthopedic man declared,
"You'll be down for a year." His scoop. His news.
He opened the skin. He scraped. He pared
and drilled through bone for his four-inch screws.

That takes brute strength like pushing a cow
up hill. I tell you, it takes skill
and bedside charm and all that know how.
The body is a damn hard thing to kill.

But please don't touch or jiggle my bed.
I'm Ethan Frome's wife. I'll move when I'm able.
The T....Read more of this...
by Sexton, Anne
...gue is -- gold is stronger than the pen: 
They'd have squirmed in Cambaroora had I found a nugget then; 
But in vain we scraped together every penny we could get, 
For they fixed us with their boycott, and the plant was seized for debt. 
'Twas a storekeeper who did it, and he sealed the paper's doom, 
Though we gave him ads. for nothing when the STAR began to boom: 
'Twas a paltry bill for tucker, and the crawling, sneaking clown 
Sold the debt for twice its value to ...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry
...nough, 
 Crowned Time, whose seat is on a ruined mass, 
 Holds, and aye turns, a strange sand in his glass, 
 A sand scraped from the mould, brushed from the shroud 
 Of all passed things, mean, great, lowly, or proud. 
 Thus meting with the ashes of the dead 
 How hours of the living have quickly fled. 
 The sand runs, monarchs! the clepsydra weeps. 
 Wherefore? They see through future's gloomy deeps, 
 Through the church wall, into the catacomb, 
 And mark the cha...Read more of this...
by Hugo, Victor

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