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Famous Sharpens Poems by Famous Poets

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by Smart, Christopher
...up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himse...Read More



by Smart, Christopher
...up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having considered God and himse...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himse...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...hind to clear away there. 

For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the fore paws extended. 

For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood. 

For fifthly he washes himself. 

For Sixthly he rolls upon wash. 

For Seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat. 

For Eighthly he rubs himself against a post. 

For Ninthly he looks up for his instructions. 

For Tenthly he goes in quest of food. 

For having consider'd...Read More

by Larkin, Philip
...warms 
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there; 
But when the August weather breaks 
And rains begin, and brittle frost 
Sharpens the bird-abandoned air, 
Her worried summer look is lost, 

And I her son, though summer-born 
And summer-loving, none the less 
Am easier when the leaves are gone 
Too often summer days appear 
Emblems of perfect happiness 
I can't confront: I must await 
A time less bold, less rich, less clear: 
An autumn more appropriate....Read More



by Whitman, Walt
...ding arch; 
They do not think whom they souse with spray. 

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The butcher-boy puts off his killing clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall
 in the market; 
I loiter, enjoying his repartee, and his shuffle and break-down.

Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil; 
Each has his main-sledge—they are all out—(there is a great heat in
 the fire.) 

From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements; 
The lithe sheer of their...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...'s sight, as does that eyeWithin whose bright black orb Love's DeitySharpens each dart, and tips with gold its head.Enthroned in radiance there he sits, not blind,Quiver'd, and naked, or by shame just veil'd,A live, not fabled boy, with changeful wing;Thence unto me he lends instruction kind,And a...Read More

by Eluard, Paul
...of the sea 
In the sea, or are we the carriers 
Of a purer and more silent water? 

The water rubbing against our hands sharpens knives. 
The warriors have found their weapons in the waves 
And the sound of their blows is like 
The rocks that smash the boats at night. 

It is the storm and the thunder. Why not the silence 
Of the flood, for we have dreamt within us 
Space for the greatest silence and we breathe 
Like the wind over terrible seas, like the wind 

Th...Read More

by Brooke, Rupert
...
The white lights roar. The sounds of the world die.

And lips and laughter are forgotten things.
Speed sharpens; grows. Into the night, and on,
The strength and splendour of our purpose swings.
The lamps fade; and the stars. We are alone....Read More

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