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Famous Sod Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...turi of the earth, 10 
The constellated flower that never sets; 
Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth 
The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets¡ª 
Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth¡ª 
Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, 15 
When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. 

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, 
Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd may, 
And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine 
Was ...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...cceptable to God: 
And precious are the winning flow'rs, 
In gladsome Israel's feast of bow'rs, 
 Bound on the hallow'd sod. 

More precious that diviner part 
Of David, ev'n the Lord's own heart, 
 Great, beautiful, and new: 
In all things where it was intent, 
In all extremes, in each event, 
 Proof—answ'ring true to true. 

Glorious the sun in mid career; 
Glorious th'assembled fires appear; 
 Glorious the comet's train: 
Glorious the trumpet and...Read More

by Twain, Mark
...d the lone Wollongong 
They dream of the gardens of Jamberoo; 

The wallabi sighs for the Murrubidgee, 
For the velvety sod of the Munno Parah, 
Where the waters of healing from Muloowurtie 
Flow dim in the gloaming by Yaranyackah; 

The Koppio sorrows for lost Wolloway, 
And sigheth in secret for Murrurundi, 
The Whangeroo wombat lamenteth the day 
That made him an exile from Jerrilderie; 

The Teawamute Tumut from Wirrega's glade, 
The Nangkita swallow, the Wallaroo swan, 
...Read More

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler resurrect from sorrow's tomb
The vanished beauty and the faded bloom, 
As sunlight lifts the bruised flower from the sod, 
Can lift crushed hearts to hope, for love is God.
Already now in freedom's glad release
The hunted look of fear gives place to peace, 
And in their eyes at thought of home appears
That rainbow light of joy which brightest shines through tears.

About the leader thick the warriors crowd; 
Late loud in censure, now in praises loud, 
...Read More

by Keats, John
...ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire
Of teeming sweets, enkindling sacred fire;
Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod
With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god.
Now while the earth was drinking it, and while
Bay leaves were crackling in the fragrant pile,
And gummy frankincense was sparkling bright
'Neath smothering parsley, and a hazy light
Spread greyly eastward, thus a chorus sang:

 "O THOU, whose mighty palace roof doth hang
From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth...Read More

by Cullen, Countee
...f some still sacred sin.

And though my mother chants of God,
And of the mystic river,
I've seen a bit of checkered sod
Set all her flesh aquiver.

Why should he deem it pure mischance
A son of his is fain
To do a naked tribal dance
Each time he hears the rain?

Why should she think it devil's art
That all my songs should be
Of love and lovers, broken heart,
And wild sweet agony?

Who plants a seed begets a bud,
Extract of that same root;
Why marvel at the hectic bloo...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...d, and Kay 
Fell shoulder-slipt, and Gareth cried again, 
'Lead, and I follow,' and fast away she fled. 

But after sod and shingle ceased to fly 
Behind her, and the heart of her good horse 
Was nigh to burst with violence of the beat, 
Perforce she stayed, and overtaken spoke. 

'What doest thou, scullion, in my fellowship? 
Deem'st thou that I accept thee aught the more 
Or love thee better, that by some device 
Full cowardly, or by mere unhappiness, 
Thou hast ove...Read More

by Keats, John
...y soul abroad 
In such an ecstasy! 
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain¡ª 
To thy high requiem become a sod. 60 

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 
No hungry generations tread thee down; 
The voice I hear this passing night was heard 
In ancient days by emperor and clown: 
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 65 
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 
The same that ofttimes...Read More

by Robinson, Mary Darby curtains spread,
Stealing o'er Nature's face, a desolating shade. 

Yon musky FLOW'R, that scents the earth;
The SOD, that gave its odours birth; 
The ROCK, that breaks the torrent's force; 
The VALE, that owns its wand'ring course; 
The woodlands where the vocal throng 
Trill the wild melodious song; 
Thirsty desarts, sands that glow, 
Mountains, cap'd with flaky snow; 
Luxuriant groves, enamell'd fields,
All, all, prolific Nature yields,
Alike shall end; the sensate ...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...le, Old Dan Tucker, Turkey in the Straw,
You in the coonskin cap at a log house door hearing a lone wolf howl,
You at a sod house door reading the blizzards and chinooks let loose from Medicine Hat,
I am dust of your dust, as I am brother and mother
To the copper faces, the worker in flint and clay,
The singing women and their sons a thousand years ago
Marching single file the timber and the plain.

I hold the dust of these amid changing stars.
I last while old wars a...Read More

by Service, Robert William
Its quiet stuns the spoken word
More than a thunder peal;
Against it there is no defense,
For like the grave-yard sod
Its hush is Heaven's eloquence,
 The VOICE OF GOD....Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...south-winds blow 
And brier and harebell bloom again, 
I tread the pleasant paths we trod, 
I see the violet-sprinkled sod 
Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak 
The hillside flowers she loved to seek, 
Yet following me where'er I went 
With dark eyes full of love's content. 
The birds are glad; the brier-rose fills 
The air with sweetness; all the hills 
Stretch green to June's unclouded sky; 
But still I wait with ear and eye, 
For something gone which should be nigh...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...e seas. 

It was not much! but we who know 
The strange capricious land they trod -- 
At times a stricken, parching sod, 
At times with raging floods beset -- 
Through which they found their lonely way 
Are quite content that you should say 
It was not much, while we can feel 
That nothing in the ages old, 
In song or story written yet 
On Grecian urn or Roman arch, 
Though it should ring with clash of steel, 
Could braver histories unfold 
Than this bush story, yet untol...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:
They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,
On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.
The Colonel's son he rides the mare and Kamal's boy the dun,
And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.
And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear --
There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mo...Read More

by Baudelaire, Charles robe, in royal amplitude, 
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod 
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod. 

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones 
As the lascivious streams caress the stones, 
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies, 
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes 

Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays 
Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways, 
Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae. 
O charm of nothing decked...Read More

by Masefield, John
...nd smell and drinking deep 
Began to stun the gang to sleep. 
Some fell downstairs to sleep on mat, 
Some snored it sodden where they sat. 
Dick Twot had lost a tooth and wept; 
But all the drunken others slept. 
Jane slept beside me in the chair, 
And I got up; I wanted air. 

I opened window wide and leaned 
Out of that pigstye of the fiend 
And felt a cool wind go like grace 
About the sleeping market-place. 
The clock struck three, and sweetly, slowly,...Read More

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...tness touching all  
Tints the human countenance 
With a color of romance 25 
And infusing subtle heats  
Turns the sod to violets  
Thou in sunny solitudes  
Rover of the underwoods  
The green silence dost displace 30 
With thy mellow breezy bass. 

Hot midsummer's petted crone  
Sweet to me thy drowsy tone 
Tells of countless sunny hours  
Long days and solid banks of flowers; 35 
Of gulfs of sweetness without bound 
In Indian wildernesses found; 
Of Sy...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...nd round the pillars one by one,
Returning where my walk begun,
Avoiding only, as I trod,
My brothers' graves without a sod;
For if I thought with heedless tread
My step profaned their lowly bed,
My breath came gaspingly and thick,
And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick. 

I made a footing in the wall,
I was not there from to escape,
For I had buried one and all
Who loved me in a human shape;
And the whole earth would henceforth be
A wider prison unto me:
No child -...Read More

by Miller, Alice Duer

And were they not English, our forefathers, never more 
English than when they shook the dust of her sod 
From their feet for ever, angrily seeking a shore 
Where in his own way a man might worship his God. 
Never more English than when they dared to be 
Rebels against her-that stem intractable sense 
Of that which no man can stomach and still be free, 
Writing: 'When in the course of human events. . .'
Writing it out so all the world could ...Read More

by Crowley, Aleister
...of sense. 

Now at last the man is come 
Haply to his halidom. 
Surely as he waves his rod 
In a circle on the sod 
Springs the emerald chaste and clean 
From the duller paler green. 
Surely in the circle millions 
Of immaculate pavilions 
Flash upon the trembling turf 
Like the sea-stars in the surf -
Millions of bejewelled tents 
For the warrior sacraments. 
Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster, 
Grows the stature of the master; 
All the ringed encampment vies 
W...Read More

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