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Famous Squads Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
From every point of the compass, out of the countless unnamed graves, 
In wafted clouds, in myraids large, or squads of twos or threes, or single ones, they
And silently gather round me.

Now sound no note, O trumpeters! 
Not at the head of my cavalry, parading on spirited horses, 
With sabres drawn and glist’ning, and carbines by their thighs—(ah, my brave
My handsome, tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, 
With all the perils, ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...eins abruptly
 down on
 horses’ backs;
The salesman leaving the store—the boss, book-keeper, porter, all leaving; 
Squads gather everywhere by common consent, and arm; 
The new recruits, even boys—the old men show them how to wear their
 buckle the straps carefully; 
Outdoors arming—indoors arming—the flash of the musket-barrels; 
The white tents cluster in camps—the arm’d sentries around—the sunrise
 again at sunset;
Arm’d regiments arr...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...he inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But per...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...of hunters, 
Not a single one over thirty years of age. 

The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads, and
 massacred—it was beautiful early summer; 
The work commenced about five o’clock, and was over by eight.

None obey’d the command to kneel; 
Some made a mad and helpless rush—some stood stark and straight; 
A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart—the living and dead lay
The maim’d and mangled dug in the dirt—the ne...Read more of this...

by Bukowski, Charles
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst 
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best 
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best 
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best 
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best 
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls 
slici...Read more of this...

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