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Famous Smoky Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Thomas, Dylan
...body could have had a noisier
Christmas Eve. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt,
Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would
say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets,
standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anythin...Read More

by Milton, John
...Y. Shepherd, I take thy word,
And trust thy honest-offered courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds,
With smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls
And courts of princes, where it first was named,
And yet is most pretended. In a place
Less warranted than this, or less secure,
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportioned strength! Shepherd, lead on.


 ELD. BRO.Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...emy's fleet, 
Between the steep cliff and the coming wave; 
And many a mystic lay of life and death 
Had chanted on the smoky mountain-tops, 
When round him bent the spirits of the hills 
With all their dewy hair blown back like flame: 
So said my father--and that night the bard 
Sang Arthur's glorious wars, and sang the King 
As wellnigh more than man, and railed at those 
Who called him the false son of Gorlos: 
For there was no man knew from whence he came; 
But after temp...Read More

by Soyinka, Wole
As exhalations from receded shores. Soon,
Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.

This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world. Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.
...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; 
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
Smoky old rooftops tarnishing the landscape; 
A river (not Cayster or Ganges, though:
A feeble Norman salt-infested watercourse); 
On the right, to the north, bizarre terrain
All angular--you'd think a shovel did it. 
So that's the foreground. An old chapel adds
Its antique spire, and gathers alongside it 
A few gnarled elms with grumpy silhouettes;
...Read More

by Hikmet, Nazim
...e more, by God, it will crush my unhappy heart
to hear you inside my head,
so far
away, as if I were watching you
 in a smoky, broken mirror...

It's spring outside, my dear wife, spring.
Outside on the plain, suddenly the smell
of fresh earth, birds singing, etc.
It's spring, my dear wife,
the plain outside sparkles...
And inside the bed comes alive with bugs,
 the water jug no longer freezes,
and in the morning sun floods the concrete.....Read More

by Nemerov, Howard
On its own flat feet to keep out windy time
And the worm, something that might simply be,
Not as the monument in the smoky rain
Grimly endures, but that would be
Only a moment's inviolable presence,
The moment before disaster, before the storm,
In its peculiar silence, an integer
Fixed in the middle of the fall of things,
Perfected and casual as to a child's eye
Soap bubbles are, and skipping stones....Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance—

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for a while
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon...
Would she not have the advantage, after all?
This music is successful with a “dying fall”
Now that we talk of...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...cry from somewhere near,
The clash of arms, and the squeal of balls,
And the echoless thud when a dead man falls.
A smoky cloud had veiled the room,
Shot through with lurid glares; the gloom
Pounded with shouts and dying groans,
With the drip of blood on cold, hard stones.
Sabres and lances in streaks of light
Gleamed through the smoke, and at my right
A creese, like a licking serpent's tongue,
Glittered an instant, while it stung.
Streams, and points, and lines o...Read More

by Bryant, William Cullen
...t their winter home; 20 
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard though all the trees are still  
And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill  
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore  
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. 

And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died 25 
The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. 
In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forests cas...Read More

by Pushkin, Alexander
...ark and stormy it was turning.
High the river ran in gloom.
Now the torch has finished burning
In the peasant's smoky room.
Kids asleep, the wife aslumber,
He lies listening to the rain...
Bang! he hears a sudden comer
Knocking on the window-pane.

"What the..." -- "Let me in there, master!"
"Damn, you found the time to roam!
Well, what is it, your disaster?
Let you in? It's dark at home,
Dark and crowded... What a pest you ...Read More

by Masefield, John an ox to haw or gee 
While Severn stream goes out to sea. 
The sea with all her ships and sails, 
And that great smoky port in Wales, 
And Gloucester tower bright i' the sun, 
All know that patient wandering one. 
And sometimes when they burn the leaves 
The bonfires' smoking trails and heaves, 
And girt red flam?s twink and twire 
As though he ploughed the hill afire. 
And in men's hearts in many lands 
A spiritual ploughman stands 
Forever waiting, waiting no...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...he Night her pennons brown.


The Guard-room.


     The sun, awakening, through the smoky air
         Of the dark city casts a sullen glance,
     Rousing each caitiff to his task of care,
         Of sinful man the sad inheritance;
     Summoning revellers from the lagging dance,
         Scaring the prowling robber to his den;
     Gilding on battled tower the warder's lance,
         And warning student pale to leave his pen,
  ...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...ured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's 

But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat
'I love you little Bo-Bo with your delicate golden lions
But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father
 hath no lion
You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for
 your Bridegroom.'

Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink
 in Harlem
Opened the ...Read More

by Stephens, James
...e, and know that it is real. 
His angels! silly creatures who could sing 
And sing again, and delicately fling 
The smoky censer, bow and stand aside 
All mute in adoration: thronging wide, 
Till nowhere could He look but soon He saw 
An angel bending humbly to the law 
Mechanic; knowing nothing more of pain, 
Than when they were forbid to sing again, 
Or swing anew the censer, or bow down 
In humble adoration of His frown. 
This was the thought in Eden as He trod -- ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ents from the wall, 
Which crumbles with the ponderous ball; 
And from that wall the foe replies, 
O'er dusty plain and smoky skies, 
With fires that answer fast and well 
The summons of the Infidel. 


But near and nearest to the wall 
Of those who wish and work its fall, 
With deeper skill in war's black art 
Than Othman's sons, and high of heart 
As any chief that ever stood 
Triumphant in the fields of blood; 
From post to post, and deed to deed, 
Fast spurr...Read More

by Frost, Robert
After the ground is frozen, I should have done
Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful
Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney
To make fun of my way of doing things,
Or else fun of Orion's having caught me.
Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights
These forces are obliged to pay respect to?'
So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk
Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming
He burned his house down for the fi...Read More

by Masefield, John
...ode the great trackway to the sea, dim, dim, 
Already gone before the stars were gone. 
I saw her at the sea-line's smoky rim 
Grow swiftly vaguer as they towed her on. 

Soon even her masts were hidden in the haze 
Beyond the city; she was on her course 
To trample billows for a hundred days; 
That afternoon the northerner gathered force, 

Blowing a small snow from a point of east. 
"Oh, fair for her," we said, "to take her south." 
And in our spirits, as th...Read More

by Hikmet, Nazim the window on the Prague-Berlin train 
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain 
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird

I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it 
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love

and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether str...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna

And wind into the window round
Poured in a wet and silent stream
The sky was burning, burning bright
With smoky dawn, it so did seem.

I did not look at the Nieva,
The dawn-drenched granite did not view,
And it appeared that that I, awake, my
Unforgettable, saw you..

But then the unexpected night
Covered the before-autumn town,
That, so as to assist my flight,
The ashen shadows melted down.

I only took with me the cross,
That you h...Read More

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