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Famous Sculpture Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Smart, Christopher
...are sent adrift, 
And thence the painted folds, that lift 
 The crimson veil, are wav'd. 

Eta with living sculpture breathes, 
With verdant carvings, flow'ry wreathes, 
 Of never-wasting bloom; 
In strong relief his goodly base 
All instruments of labor grace, 
 The trowel, spade, and loom. 

Next Theta stands to the Supreme— 
Who form'd, in number, sign, and scheme, 
 Th'illustrious lights that are: 
And one address'd his saffrom robe, 
And one, cla...Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...ere stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers
Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids,
Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange,
Sculptured on alabaster obelisk
Or jasper tomb or mutilated sphinx,
Dark Æthiopia in her desert hills
Conceals. Among the ruined temples there,
Stupendous columns, and wild images
Of more than man, where marble daemons watch
The Zodiac's brazen mystery, and dead men
Hang their mute thoughts on the mute walls around, 
He lingered, poring on memorials
Of t...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...her wither'd Bays!
Rome's ancient Genius, o'er its Ruins spread,
Shakes off the Dust, and rears his rev'rend Head!
Then Sculpture and her Sister-Arts revive;
Stones leap'd to Form, and Rocks began to live;
With sweeter Notes each rising Temple rung;
A Raphael painted, and a Vida sung!
Immortal Vida! on whose honour'd Brow
The Poet's Bays and Critick's Ivy grow:
Cremona now shall ever boast thy Name,
As next in Place to Mantua, next in Fame!

But soon by Impious Arms from Lati...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...uried heartland,
to let out the spoon you have fed me with,
to let out the bird that said **** you,
to carve him onto a sculpture until he is white
and I could put him on a shelf,
an object unthinking as a stone,
but with all the vibrations
of a crucifix....Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...e all for you. 

List close, my scholars dear! 
All doctrines, all politics and civilization, exurge from you; 
All sculpture and monuments, and anything inscribed anywhere, are tallied in you;
The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach, is in you this
 hour, and
 myths and tales the same; 
If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be? 
The most renown’d poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums. 

All ...Read More

by Pound, Ezra
...demanded" chiefly a mould in plaster,
Made with no loss of time,
A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster
Or the "sculpture" of rhyme.

The tea-rose tea-gown, etc.
Supplants the mousseline of Cos,
The pianola "replaces"
Sappho's barbitos.

Christ follows Dionysus,
Phallic and ambrosial
Made way for macerations;
Caliban casts out Ariel.

All things are a flowing
Sage Heracleitus say;
But a tawdry cheapness
Shall outlast our days.

Even the Christi...Read More

by Gray, Thomas

Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful ...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
tights, one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating dancing for hours, beer cans
bent littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted
gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.

 December 1965...Read More

by Jong, Erica
...We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City.

Nothing would surprise him.
The beast in the jungle was what he saw--
Edith Wharton's obfuscating older brother. . .

He fled the demons
of Manhattan
for fear they would devour
his inner ones
(the ones who wrote the books)
& silence the stifled screams
of his protagonists.

To...Read More

by Pound, Ezra
...demanded" chiefly a mould in plaster,
Made with no loss of time,
A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster
Or the "sculpture" of rhyme.


The tea-rose, tea-gown, etc.
Supplants the mousseline of Cos,
The pianola "replaces"
Sappho's barbitos.

Christ follows Dionysus,
Phallic and ambrosial
Made way for macerations;
Caliban casts out Ariel.

All things are a flowing,
Sage Heracleitus says;
But a tawdry cheapness
Shall reign throughout our days.Read More

by Keats, John
...ation slow, had shed
Her silver seasons four upon the night,
And still these two were postured motionless,
Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern;
The frozen God still couchant on the earth,
And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet:
Until at length old Saturn lifted up
His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone,
And all the gloom and sorrow ofthe place,
And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake,
As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard
Shook horrid with such aspen-...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...aximilian's praise. 

Everywhere I see around me rise the wondrous world of Art: 
Fountains wrought with richest sculpture standing in the common mart; 

And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops carved in stone, 15 
By a former age commissioned as apostles to our own. 

In the church of sainted Sebald sleeps enshrined his holy dust, 
And in bronze the Twelve Apostles guard from age to age their trust; 

In the church of sainted Lawrence stands a pix ...Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm,
Because she still is naked, being drest;
The godlike sculptor will not so deform
Beauty, which bones and flesh enough invest....Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...of the flesh alone;

of spirit, Peter's,
falling, beneath the flares,
among the "servants and officers."

Old holy sculpture
could set it all together
in one small scene, past and future:

Christ stands amazed,
Peter, two fingers raised
to surprised lips, both as if dazed.

But in between
a little cock is seen
carved on a dim column in the travertine,

explained by gallus canit;
flet Petrus underneath it,
There is inescapable hope, the pivot;

yes, and there Peter's ...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington,
And he could see no more. The captured light 
That may have been or not, for all he cared, 
The song that is in sculpture was not his, 
But only, to his God-forgotten eyes, 
One more immortal nonsense in a world
Where all was mortal, or had best be so, 
And so be done with. ‘Art,’ he would have said, 
‘Is not life, and must therefore be a lie;’ 
And with a few profundities like that 
He would have controverted and dismissed
The benefit of the Greeks. He had he...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...y grove, and garden-lawn, and rushing brook, 
Climbs to the mighty hall that Merlin built. 
And four great zones of sculpture, set betwixt 
With many a mystic symbol, gird the hall: 
And in the lowest beasts are slaying men, 
And in the second men are slaying beasts, 
And on the third are warriors, perfect men, 
And on the fourth are men with growing wings, 
And over all one statue in the mould 
Of Arthur, made by Merlin, with a crown, 
And peaked wings pointed to the Nor...Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...hat is within (which after all
cannot have been intended to be seen).
It is the beginning of a painting,
a piece of sculpture, or poem, or monument,
and all of wood. Watch it closely....Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord, and there 
Among piled arms and rough accoutrements, 
Pitiful sight, wrapped in a soldier's cloak, 
Like some sweet sculpture draped from head to foot, 
And pushed by rude hands from its pedestal, 
All her fair length upon the ground she lay: 
And at her head a follower of the camp, 
A charred and wrinkled piece of womanhood, 
Sat watching like the watcher by the dead. 

Then Florian knelt, and 'Come' he whispered to her, 
'Lift up your head, sweet sister: lie not thu...Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...a place at Leeds

To read theology started her as a protest poet

Sitting out on the English lawn, mistaken for a snow sculpture

In the depths of winter.

Her sit-in protest lasted seven months,

Months, eight hours a day, her libellous verse scorching

The academic groves of Leeds in sheets by the thousand,

Mailed through the university's internal post. She called

The VC 'a mouse from the mountain'; Bishop of Durham to-be

David Jenkins a wimp and worse and all i...Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...hen the Brotherton’s Portland stone, its white stone

Of innocence was snow in the School of English garden,

‘A living sculpture’, a Grene Knicht awaiting spring.

The years become you, Oxford, Leeds and London,

As you became them through the years of poems,

Through passing, silent crowds, through the cherry blossom

You sat under, plucked and ploughed, ‘a dissenting voice’,

And Balliol, Balliol in the rain....Read More

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