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Famous Stumps Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...and my vest, they are Scotch o’ the best,
 O’ pairs o’ guid breeks I hae twa, man;
And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps,
 And ne’er a wrang steek in them a’, man.


My sarks they are few, but five o’ them new,
 Twal’ hundred, as white as the snaw, man,
A ten-shillings hat, a Holland cravat;
 There are no mony poets sae braw, man.


I never had frien’s weel stockit in means,
 To leave me a hundred or twa, man;
Nae weel-tocher’d aunts, to wait on their drants,
 A...Read More



by Burns, Robert
...And there I left for witness an arm and a limb;
Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me,
 I’d clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum.


And now tho’ I must beg, with a wooden arm and leg,
 And many a tatter’d rag hanging over my bum,
I’m as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and my callet,
 As when I used in scarlet to follow a drum.


What tho’ with hoary locks, I must stand the winter shocks,
 Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home,
When th...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...olable voice
  And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
  "Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
  And other withered stumps of time
  Were told upon the walls; staring forms
  Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
  Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
  Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
  Spread out in fiery points
  Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.                        110

  "My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, b...Read More

by Plath, Sylvia
...d crude earth.

What is the name of that color?----
Old blood of caked walls the sun heals,

Old blood of limb stumps, burnt hearts.
The widow with her black pocketbook and three daughters,

Necessary among the flowers,
Enfolds her lace like fine linen,

Not to be spread again.
While a sky, wormy with put-by smiles,

Passes cloud after cloud.
And the bride flowers expend a fershness,

And the soul is a bride
In a still place, and the groom is...Read More

by Keats, John
...ams,--
Guarding his forehead, with her round elbow,
From low-grown branches, and his footsteps slow
From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small;
Until they came to where these streamlets fall,
With mingled bubblings and a gentle rush,
Into a river, clear, brimful, and flush
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky.
A little shallop, floating there hard by,
Pointed its beak over the fringed bank;
And soon it lightly dipt, and rose, and sank,
And dipt again, with the you...Read More



by Hugo, Victor
..."Traitor!" said Eviradnus in his wrath, 
 "I rather should have hewn your limbs away, 
 And left you crawling on your stumps, I say,— 
 But now die fast." 
 
 Ghastly, with starting eyes, 
 The King without a cry or struggle dies. 
 One dead—but lo! the other stands bold-faced, 
 Defiant; for the knight, when he unlaced 
 His cuirass, had his trusty sword laid down, 
 And Sigismond now grasps it as his own. 
 The monster-youth laughed at the silv'ry beard, 
 And, ...Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...like stirred-up flakes of sediment
sinking through water.
Smoke from woods-fires filters fine blue solvents.
On stumps and dead trees the charring is like black velvet.
The mosquitoes
go hunting to the tune of their ferocious obbligatos.
After dark, the fireflies map the heavens in the marsh
until the moon rises.
Cold white, not bright, the moonlight is coarse-meshed,
and the careless, corrupt state is all black specks
too far apart, and ugly whites; the p...Read More

by Corso, Gregory
...worms
 Rip open your belly Bomb
 from your belly outflock vulturic salutations
 Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps
 along the brink of Paradise
 O Bomb O final Pied Piper
 both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz
 God abandoned mock-nude
 beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse
 He cannot hear thy flute's
 happy-the-day profanations
 He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear
 His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax
 Clogged clarions untrumpet Him
 Sealed ...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...oat was choking. 
Barbed brambles gripped and clawed him round his legs, 
And he floundered over snags and hidden stumps. 
Mumbling: ¡®I will get out! I must get out!¡¯ 30 
Butting and thrusting up the baffling gloom, 
Pausing to listen in a space ¡¯twixt thorns, 
He peers around with peering, frantic eyes. 

An evil creature in the twilight looping, 
Flapped blindly in his face. Beating it off, 35 
He screeched in terror, and straightway something c...Read More

by Clare, John
...gain
Each hedge is loaded thick wi green
And where the hedger late hath been
Tender shoots begin to grow
From the mossy stumps below
While sheep and cow that teaze the grain
will nip them to the root again
They lay their bill and mittens bye
And on to other labours hie
While wood men still on spring intrudes
And thins the shadow solitudes
Wi sharpend axes felling down
The oak trees budding into brown
Where as they crash upon the ground
A crowd of labourers gather round
And mi...Read More

by Trumbull, John
...rd,
Hoists on your poles her royal standard;
While the king's friends, in doleful dumps,
Have worn their courage to the stumps,
And leaving George in sad disaster,
Most sinfully deny their master.
What furies raged when you, in sea,
In shape of Indians, drown'd the tea;
When your gay sparks, fatigued to watch it,
Assumed the moggison and hatchet,
With wampum'd blankets hid their laces,
And like their sweethearts, primed their faces:
While not a red-coat dared oppose,
And ...Read More

by Atwood, Margaret
...r father the thunder
your mother the rain

In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,

your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...saw a city rise and say to the peoples round world: Listen, I am strong, I know what I want.
Out of log houses and stumps—canoes stripped from tree-sides—flatboats coaxed with an ax from the timber claims—in the years when the red and the white men met—the houses and streets rose.

A thousand red men cried and went away to new places for corn and women: a million white men came and put up skyscrapers, threw out rails and wires, feelers to the salt sea: now the smokes...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...e left the three Christs of Ypsilanti 
for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor 
and the church spires have turned to stumps. 
The sea bangs into my cloister 
for the politicians are dying, 
and dying so hold me, my young dear, 
hold me... 

The yellow rose will turn to cinder 
and New York City will fall in 
before we are done so hold me, 
my young dear, hold me. 
Put your pale arms around my neck. 
Let me hold your heart like a flower 
lest it bloo...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...e left the three Christs of Ypsilanti 
for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor 
and the church spires have turned to stumps. 
The sea bangs into my cloister 
for the politicians are dying, 
and dying so hold me, my young dear, 
hold me... 
The yellow rose will turn to cinder 

and New York City will fall in 
before we are done so hold me, 
my young dear, hold me. 
Put your pale arms around my neck. 
Let me hold your heart like a flower 
lest it bloo...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...ain falls in the ground; 
Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen
 surface;
The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his
 axe; 
Flatboatmen make fast, towards dusk, near the cottonwood or pekan-trees; 
Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river, or through those
 drain’d by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansaw; 
Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahoochee or Altama...Read More

by Ammons, A R
...ting resurrection in rain: so I got up

and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
though I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe:

I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:

at one sudden point came sti...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...ritain and America.

The graves from the Irish Sea to the Caucasus peaks are ten times a million.
The stubs and stumps of arms and legs, the eyesockets empty, the cripples, ten times a million.
The crimson thumb-print of this anathema is on the door panels of a hundred million homes.
Cows gone, mothers on sick-beds, children cry a hunger and no milk comes in the noon-time or at night.
The death-yells of it all, the torn throats of men in ditches calling fo...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 
 "My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
"Speak to me. Why ...Read More

by Harrison, Tony
...o-op.

House after house FOR SALE where we'd played cricket
with white roses cut from flour-sacks on our caps,
with stumps chalked on the coal-grate for our wicket,
and every one bought now by 'coloured chaps',

dad's most liberal label as he felt
squeezed by the unfamiliar, and fear
of foreign food and faces, when he smelt
curry in the shop where he'd bought beer.

And growing frailer, 'wobbly on his pins',
the shops he felt familiar with withdrew
which meant much lo...Read More

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