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Famous Station Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Smart, Christopher
From brightest gem to deepest mine, 
 From CHRIST enthron'd to man. 

Alpha, the cause of causes, first 
In station, fountain, whence the burst 
 Of light, and blaze of day; 
Whence bold attempt, and brave advance, 
Have motion, life, and ordinance 
 And heav'n itself its stay. 

Gamma supports the glorious arch 
On which angelic legions march, 
 And is with sapphires pav'd; 
Thence the fleet clouds are sent adrift, 
And thence the painted folds, that ...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...'d spirit leapt aloft,
Perhaps my brain grew dizzy- but the world
I left so late was into chaos hurl'd-
Sprang from her station, on the winds apart.
And roll'd, a flame, the fiery Heaven athwart.
Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar
And fell- not swiftly as I rose before,
But with a downward, tremulous motion thro'
Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto!
Nor long the measure of my falling hours,
For nearest of all stars was thine to ours-
Dread star! that...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...y a general plan;
Each living his own, to boot.


I am named and known by that moment's feat;
There took my station and degree;
So grew my own small life complete,
As nature obtained her best of me---
One born to love you, sweet!


And to watch you sink by the fire-side now
Back again, as you mutely sit
Musing by fire-light, that great brow
And the spirit-small hand propping it,
Yonder, my heart knows how!


So, earth has gained by one man the m...Read more of this...

by Rich, Adrienne
...Repeats itself. 

Inscribes with its unreturning stylus
the isolation it denies. 


The classical music station
playing hour upon hour in the apartment 

the picking up and picking up
and again picking up the telephone 

The syllables uttering
the old script over and over 

The loneliness of the liar
living in the formal network of the lie 

twisting the dials to drown the terror
beneath the unsaid word 


The technology of silence
The rituals, etiquet...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
1. Say first, of God above, or Man below, 
What can we reason, but from what we know? 
Of Man what see we, but his station here, 
From which to reason, or to which refer? 
Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known, 
'Tis ours to trace him only in our own. 
He, who thro' vast immensity can pierce, 
See worlds on worlds compose one universe, 
Observe how system into system runs, 
What other planets circle other suns, 
What vary'd being peoples ev'ry star, 
May tell...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic
Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended
There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.
Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.
There ...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...intops in caves or with 
 gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet- 
 ticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station 
 solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, 
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in 
 dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and 
 picked themselves up out of basements hung 
 over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third 
 Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy- 
 ment offices, 
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...from whence he sprung, 
In duty patient, and sedate though young; 
Silent as him he served, his fate appears 
Above his station, and beyond his years. 
Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land, 
In such from him he rarely heard command; 
But fleet his step, and clear his tones would come, 
When Lara's lip breathed forth the words of home: 
Those accents, as his native mountains dear, 
Awake their absent echoes in his ear, 
Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice r...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...e'd built a noble mansard roof with balls
On turrets, like Constantinople, deep
In woods some ten miles from a railroad station,
As if to put forever out of mind
The hope of being, as we say, received.
I found him standing at the close of day
Inside the threshold of his open barn,
Like a lone actor on a gloomy stage—
And recognized him, through the iron gray
In which his face was muffled to the eyes,
As an old boyhood friend, and once indeed
A drover with me on the road t...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...they all 
Him followed, issuing forth to the open field, 
Where all yet left of that revolted rout, 
Heaven-fallen, in station stood or just array; 
Sublime with expectation when to see 
In triumph issuing forth their glorious Chief; 
They saw, but other sight instead! a croud 
Of ugly serpents; horrour on them fell, 
And horrid sympathy; for, what they saw, 
They felt themselves, now changing; down their arms, 
Down fell both spear and shield; down they as fast; 
And the di...Read more of this...

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...d heard 
the sad, two-noted, wooden tune 
of disparate wooden clogs 
carelessly clacking over 
a grease-stained filling-station floor. 
(In another country the clogs would all be tested. 
Each pair there would have identical pitch.) 
--A pity not to have heard 
the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird 
who sings above the broken gasoline pump 
in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: 
three towers, five silver crosses. 
--Yes, a pity not to have pond...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...side St
 Petersburg where Ahmatova spent her early years.
3 A prison complex in central Leningrad near the
 Finland Station, called The Crosses because of the
 shape of two of the buildings.
4 The Leningrad house in which Ahmatova lived....Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
Sorry I had to break in on your sleep.”

“Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you
You had us for a half-way station
To stop at. If you were the kind of man
Paid heed to women, you’d take my advice
And for your family’s sake stay where you are.
But what good is my saying it over and over?
You’ve done more than you had a right to think
You could do—now. You know the risk you take
In going on.”

“Our snow-storms as a rule
Aren’t looked on as man-kille...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
Lest it should make him discontented 
(Better a brutal, starving nation 
Than men with thoughts above their station), 
You let him neither read nor think, 
You goad his wretched soul to drink 
And then to jail, the drunken boor; 
O sad intemperance of the poor. 
You starve his soul till it's rapscallion, 
Then blame his flesh for being stallion. 
You send your wife around to paint 
The golden glories of "restraint." 
How moral exercise bewild'rin' 
Wou...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...that could do it, great or small,
She was to do nothing at all.
There was already this man in his post,
This in his station, and that in his office,
And the Duke's plan admitted a wife, at most,
To meet his eye, with the other trophies,
Now outside the hall, now in it,
To sit thus, stand thus, see and be seen,
At the proper place in the proper minute,
And die away the life between.
And it was amusing enough, each infraction
Of rule---(but for after-sadness that came)
...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...ft her noble father shared
     The simple meal her care prepared,
     While Lufra, crouching by her side,
     Her station claimed with jealous pride,
     And Douglas, bent on woodland game,
     Spoke of the chase to Malcolm Graeme,
     Whose answer, oft at random made,
     The wandering of his thoughts betrayed.
     Those who such simple joys have known
     Are taught to prize them when they 're gone.
     But sudden, see, she lifts her head;
     The wind...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...od, advancing toward [PL 19] us with all the
fury of a spiritual existence.
My friend the Angel climb'd up from his station into the mill;
I remain'd alone, & then this appearance was no more, but I found
myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moon light
hearing a harper who sung to the harp. & his theme was, The man
who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds
reptiles of the mind.
But I arose, and sought for the mill, & there I foun...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...the French Army of North Africa, 
August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & Thomas Delain, robbed a 
government pay station at Orleansville. Because of the subsequent 
confession of Dauville the other three were captured or shot. Dauville 
was given his freedom and returned to the land of his birth, the U.S.A.

from a last camp near St. Remy

 I dig in the soft earth all 
 afternoon, spacing the holes 
 a foot or so from the wall....Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...s have the privilege of their damnation 
Extended far beyond the mere controls 
Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station 
Is theirs particularly in the rolls 
Of hell assign'd; but where their inclination 
Or business carries them in search of game, 
They may range freely — being damn'd the same. 


They're proud of this — as very well they may, 
It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key 
Stuck in their loins; or like to an 'entr?' 
Up the back stairs, or suc...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...who can trace?
Self-love, ambition, envy, pride,
Their empire in our hearts divide.
Give others riches, power, and station,
'Tis all on me an usurpation.
I have no title to aspire;
Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher.
In Pope I cannot read a line,
But with a sigh I wish it mine;
When he can in one couplet fix
More sense than I can do in six;
It gives me such a jealous fit,
I cry "Pox take him and his wit!"
I grieve to be outdone by Gay
In my own hum'rous biting...Read more of this...

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