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Famous Stringy Poems by Famous Poets

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by Lawson, Henry
...ats where gaunt appletrees rot.
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange,
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range.

Still I see in my fancy the dark-green and blue
Of the box-covered hills where the five-corners grew;
And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend
O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end,
And the scrub-covered spurs ...Read more of this...



by Lawson, Henry
...s where gaunt appletrees rot. 
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze 
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees, 
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange, 
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range. 

Still I see in my fancy the dark-green and blue 
Of the box-covered hills where the five-corners grew; 
And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend 
O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end, 
And the scrub-covered...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Robert
...ow himself again?
Dimpled with exaltation,
my daughter holds her levee in the tub.
Our noses rub,
each of us pats a stringy lock of hair—
they tell me nothing's gone.
Though I am forty-one,
not fourty now, the time I put away
was child's play. After thirteen weeks
my child still dabs her cheeks
to start me shaving. When
we dress her in her sky-blue corduroy,
she changes to a boy,
and floats my shaving brush
and washcloth in the flush...
Dearest I c...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...roof of a school.

 My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the

light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing

and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fishcome

forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

His eyes were stiff like iron.










 THE SHIPPING OF TROUT

 FISHING IN AMERICA SHORTY

 TO NELSON ALGREN



Trout Fishing in America Shorty appeared suddenly last

autumn in San Francisco, staggering...Read more of this...

by Hardy, Thomas
..."

While thus he, thinking,
A little bird, quick drinking
Among the crowfoot tufts the river bore,
Was tangled in their stringy arms, and fluttered, well-nigh sinking,
Near him, upon the moor.

He stepped in, reached, and seized it,
And, preening, had released it
But that a thought of Holy Writ occurred,
And Signs Divine ere battle, till it seemed him Heaven had pleased it
As guide to send the bird.

"O Lord, direct me!...
Doth Duty now expect me
To march ...Read more of this...



by Lawson, Henry
...way houses--where convicts made the bricks--- 

Scrub-yards and new bark shanties, we dash with five and six; 

Through stringy-bark and blue-gum, and box and pine we go--- 

A hundred miles shall see to-night the lights of Cobb and Co!...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...nd the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat—
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, over rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as he climbed the further hill, 
And the watchers on the hillside, standing mute,
Saw him ply the stock-whip fiercely; he wa...Read more of this...

by Kunitz, Stanley
...tural
across a nettled field
riddled with rabbit-life
where the bees sank sugar-wells
in the trunks of the maples
and a stringy old lilac
more than two stories tall
blazing with mildew
remembered a door in the 
long teeth of the woods.
All of it happened slow:
brushing the stickseed off,
wading through jewelweed
strangled by angel’s hair,
spotting the print of the deer
and the red fox’s scats.
Once I owned the key
to an umbrageous trail
thickened with mosses
where fli...Read more of this...

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