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Famous Stemmed Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...olemn canopies were changed
For the uniform and lightsome evening sky.
Gray rocks did peep from the spare moss, and stemmed
The struggling brook; tall spires of windlestrae
Threw their thin shadows down the rugged slope,
And nought but gnarlèd roots of ancient pines 
Branchless and blasted, clenched with grasping roots
The unwilling soil. A gradual change was here
Yet ghastly. For, as fast years flow away,
The smooth brow gathers, and the hair grows thin
And white...Read More

by Cisneros, Sandra
wrapped in newspaper. An empty cracker tin. A bowl of blueber-
ries in heavy cream. White wine in a green-stemmed glass.

And when you opened your wings to wind, across the punched-
tin sky above a prison courtyard, those condemned to death and
those condemned to life watched how smooth and sweet a white
cloud glides. ...Read More

by Murray, Les
...I am lived. I am died.
I was two-leafed three times, and grazed,
but then I was stemmed and multiplied,
sharp-thorned and caned, nested and raised, 
earth-salt by sun-sugar. I was innerly sung
by thrushes who need fear no eyed skin thing.
Finched, ant-run, flowered, I am given the years
in now fewer berries, now more of sling
out over directions of luscious dung.
Of water crankshaft, of gases the gears
my shape is cattle-pru...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...line of camels, and the Arabs were our friends.

And last of all, the lurid night we crashed the gates of hell
And stemmed the Teuton torrent as it roared on every side;
And we were left in blood and mud to rot on the Moselle -
Two lacerated Legionaires, whom all supposed had died.

Three times death thought to take us and three times he stayed his hand;
But when we left the Legion what a happy pair we were,
Then reckless roving up and down the sunny land,
I found Ja...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...segg in syyght, and with hymself speke
To knyyghtez he kest his yyghe,
And reled hym vp and doun;
He stemmed, and con studie
Quo walt ther most renoun.
Ther watz lokyng on lenthe the lude to beholde,
For vch mon had meruayle quat hit mene myyght
That a hathel and a horse myyght such a hwe lach,
As growe grene as the gres and grener hit semed,
Then grene aumayl on golde glowande bryyghter.
Al studied that ther stod, and stalked hym nerre
Wyth...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...many a summer ago, 
And left no trace but the cellar walls, 
And a cellar in which the daylight falls, 
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. 

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield 
The woods come back to the mowing field; 
The orchard tree has grown one copse 
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; 
The footpath down to the well is healed. 

I dwell with a strangely aching heart 
In that vanished abode there far apart 
On that disused and forgo...Read More

by Hammond, Mac
...The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go 
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
Round ears. At dusk it's
Lighted, the room b...Read More

by Armstrong, Martin
...cented field,
Round farms like islands in the rolling weald,
It spreads thick-flowering or in wildness springs
Short-stemmed upon the naked downs, to yield
A richer store of honey than the Rose,
The Pink, the Honeysuckle. Thence there flows
Nectar of clearest amber, redolent
Of every flowery scent
That the warm wind upgathers as he goes.

In mid-July be ready for the noise
Of million bees in old Lime-avenues,
As though hot noon had found a droning voice
T...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...n and on the same;
Its ritual we follow, as we play a pleasant game.

The village wortkies sit and smoke their long-stemmed pipes of clay.
And cheerily they nod to me, and pass the time of day.
We talk of pigs and clover, and the prospect of the crops,
And the price of eggs and butter - there the conversation drops.
For in a doubt-distracted world I keep the rustic touch;
I think it better not to think too deeply nor too much;
But just to dream and take deligh...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...r Galahad,
 No need to die:
Earthbound he might have been so glad,
 Yet chose to fly.

I ask from where his courage stemmed?
 I've never flown;
Air-travel I have oft condemned,--
 Now I'm alone,
Yet somehow hold the bright belief
 God gave his brief.

So now I must live up to him
 Who won on high
A lustre time will never dim;
 Though coward I,
Let me revere till life be done
 My hero son....Read More

by Thomas, Dylan
...rhymer in the long tongued room,
 Who tolls his birthday bell,
Toils towards the ambush of his wounds;
 Herons, steeple stemmed, bless.

 In the thistledown fall,
He sings towards anguish; finches fly
 In the claw tracks of hawks
On a seizing sky; small fishes glide
 Through wynds and shells of drowned
Ship towns to pastures of otters. He
 In his slant, racking house
And the hewn coils of his trade perceives
 Herons walk in their shroud,

 The livelong river's robe
Of...Read More

by Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...old romance! 

Down into the forest dipping,
Deep and deeper as we go,
One might fancy dryads slipping
Where the white-stemmed birches grow. 

Lurking gnome and freakish fairy
In the fern may peep and hide . . . 
Sure their whispers low and airy
Ring us in on every side! 

Saw you where the pines are rocking
Nymph's white shoulder as she ran?
Lo, that music faint and mocking,
Is it not a pipe of Pan? 

Hear you that elusive laughter
Of the hidden waterfall?
N...Read More

by Aiken, Conrad
...listening mirrorlike sand,—
Take my hand
And walk with me once more by crumbling walls;
Up mouldering stairs where grey-stemmed ivy clings,
To hear forgotten bells, as evening falls,
Rippling above us invisibly their slowly widening rings. . . .
Did you once love me? Did you bear a name?
Did you once stand before me without shame? . . .
Take my hand: your face is one I know,
I loved you, long ago:
You are like music, long forgotten, suddenly come t...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ceasing work.

And yet I do not sadly grieve
 Such squandering of golden days;
For from my dreaming I believe
 Have stemmed my least unworthy lays.
Aye, toil is best when all is said,
 As age has made me understand . . .
So fitly fold, when I am dead,
 A pencil in my hand....Read More

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