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Famous Stomachs Poems by Famous Poets

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by Kipling, Rudyard
...Rome never looks where she treads.
 Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
 And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on--that is all,
 And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
 With only our tongues for our swords.

We are the Little Folk--we!
 Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you'll see
 How we can drag down the State!
We are th...Read More

by Moore, Thomas

My rich manufacturers tumble,
My poor ones have nothing to chew;
And, even if themselves do not grumble,
Their stomachs undoubtedly do.
But coolly to fast en famille,
Is as good for the soul as to pray;
And famine itself is genteel,
When one starves in a family way.

I have found out a secret for Freddy,
A secret for next Budget day;
Though, perhaps he may know it already,
As he, too, 's a sage in his way.
When next for the Treasury scene he
Announces "t...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...or too much.
At ev'ry Trifle scorn to take Offence,
That always shows Great Pride, or Little Sense;
Those Heads as Stomachs are not sure the best
Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest.
Yet let not each gay Turn thy Rapture move,
For Fools Admire, but Men of Sense Approve;
As things seem large which we thro' Mists descry,
Dulness is ever apt to Magnify.

Some foreign Writers, some our own despise;
The Ancients only, or the Moderns prize:
(Thus Wit, like Faith...Read More

by Wanek, Connie
It was a delicacy which assured me
that bliss follows agitation,
that even pasture daisies
through the alchemy of four stomachs
may grace a king's table.

We have a yellow bowl near the toaster
where summer's butter grows
soft and sentimental.
We love it better for its weeping,
its nostalgia for buckets and churns
and deep stone wells,
for the press of a wooden butter mold
shaped like a swollen heart....Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...liary nursing

Or working in the Lakeside Caf?.

It was her wages that put bread and jam

And baked beans into your stomachs.

Her final hospitalisation

Was the arena for your father’s last rage

Her fare interfering with the night’s drinking;

He fought in the Burma Campaign but won no medals.

Some kind of psychiatric discharge- ‘paranoia’

Lurked in his papers. The madness went undiagnosed

Until his sixtieth birthday. You never let me meet him

Ev...Read More

by Thomas, Dylan
...d pictures of boys?
The salt person and blasted place
I furnish with the meat of a fable.
If the dead starve, their stomachs turn to tumble
An upright man in the antipodes
Or spray-based and rock-chested sea:
Over the past table I repeat this present grace....Read More

by Baraka, Imamu Amiri
...I call
my "people."

(And who are they. People. To concern

myself, ugly man. Who
you, to concern
the white flat stomachs
of maidens, inside houses
dying. Black. Peeled moon
light on my fingers
move under
her clothes. Where
is her husband. Black
words throw up sand
to eyes, fingers of
their private dead. Whose
soul, eyes, in sand. My color
is not theirs. Lighter, white man
talk. They shy away. My own
dead souls, my, so called
people. Africa
is a foreign ...Read More

by Lawson, Henry, or a mountain peak to guide; 
All day long in the dust and heat -- when summer is on the track -- 
With stinted stomachs and blistered feet, 
they carry their swags Out Back. 

He tramped away from the shanty there, when the days were long and hot, 
With never a soul to know or care if he died on the track or not. 
The poor of the city have friends in woe, no matter how much they lack, 
But only God and the swagmen know how a poor man fares Out Back. 

He ...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen,
unashamed wide open for joy
But another 20 years who knows,
 old folks got troubles everywhere - 
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints--
 Hope the old hole stays young
 till death, relax

 March 15, 1986, 1:00 PM...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...ythm of the refrigerator
had been disturbed.
The milk bottle hissed like a snake.
The tomatoes vomited up their stomachs.
The caviar turned to lave.
The pimentos kissed like cupids.
I moved like a lobster,
slower and slower.
The air was tiny.
The air would not do.
I was at the dogs' party.
I was their bone.
I had been laid out in their kennel
like a fresh turkey.

This was my sister's dream
but I remember that quartering;
I rememb...Read More

by Lawson, Henry
...en they march at break o' day." 

And he set the women cooking – with a wood-and-water crew – 
"For I want no empty stomachs for the work we have to do." 
Then he said to his new soldiers: "Eat your fill while yet you may; 
'Tis a heavy road to Buckland that we'll march at break o' day." 

And a shout went through the city when the drums began to roll 
(And the coward was a brave man and the beggar had a soul), 
And the drunken Charlestown poet cared no more if he...Read More

by Lawson, Henry
But now we knew that we were near 
Our camp - the Paroo River. 
With blighted eyes and blistered feet, 
With stomachs out of order, 
Half-mad with flies and dust and heat 
We'd crossed the Queensland border. 
I longed to hear a stream go by 
And see the circles quiver; 
I longed to lay me down and die 
That night on Paroo River. 

The "nose-bags" heavy on each chest 
(God bless one kindly squatter!), 
With grateful weight our hearts they pressed - 
We only ...Read More

by Herrick, Robert
...and cobwebs bind the gate;
And all live here with needy fate;

Where chimneys do for ever weep
For want of warmth, and stomachs keep
With noise the servants' eyes from sleep.

It is in vain to sing, or stay
Our free feet here, but we'll away:
Yet to the Lares this we'll say:

'The time will come when you'll be sad,
'And reckon this for fortune bad,...Read More

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