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Famous Sugar Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Thomas, Dylan
...here are always Uncles at Christmas. The same Uncles. And on Christmas morning, with dog-disturbing whistle
and sugar fags, I would scour the swatched town for the news of the little world, and find always a dead bird
by the Post Office or by the white deserted swings; perhaps a robin, all but one of his fires out. Men and
women wading or scooping back from chapel, with taproom noses and wind-bussed cheeks, all albinos, huddles
their stiff black jarring feathers a...Read More



by Aiken, Conrad
...Greater Earth.
The winds of doctrine blow our minds away,
and we are absent till another birth.

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Beyond the Sugar Loaf, in the far wood,
under the four-day rain, gunshot is heard
and with the falling leaf the falling bird
flutters her crimson at the huntsman's foot.
Life looks down at death, death looks up at life,
the eyes exchange the secret under rain,
rain all the way from heaven: and all three
know and are known, share and are shared, a silent
moment of u...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...o you know raspberries,
those rubies that sat in the gree of my grandfather's garden?
You of the snow tires, you of the sugary wings, you freeze
me out. Leet me crawl through the patch. Let me be ten.
Let me pick those sweet kisses, thief that I was,
as the sea on my left slapped its applause.

Only my grandfather was allowed there. Or the maid
who came with a scullery pan to pick for breakfast.
She of the rols that floated in the air, she of the inlai...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...e stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong, clean-shaped T-rail for railroads;

Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works, the sugar-house, steam-saws, the great mills and
 factories;
Stone-cutting, shapely trimmings for façades, or window or door-lintels—the
 mallet,
 the
 tooth-chisel, the jib to protect the thumb, 
Oakum, the oakum-chisel, the caulking-iron—the kettle of boiling vault-cement, and
 the
 fire
 under the kettle, 
The cotton-bale, the stevedore’s hook, the saw and bu...Read More

by Hughes, Langston
...t dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?...Read More



by Hikmet, Nazim
...onardo da Vinci's brush
had conceived me
 under the gilded sun of China!
That the painted mountain behind me
had been a sugar-loaf Chinese mountain,
that the pink-white color of my long face
 could fade,
that my eyes were almond-shaped!
And if only my smile
 could show what I feel in my heart!
Then in the arms of him who is far away
 I could have roamed through China...


FROM THE AUTHOR'S NOTEBOOK


I had a heart-to-heart talk with Gioconda today.
The hours f...Read More

by Rossetti, Christina
...ne seed:
Odorous indeed must be the mead
Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink,
With lilies at the brink,
And sugar-sweet their sap."

Golden head by golden head,
Like two pigeons in one nest
Folded in each other's wings,
They lay down, in their curtained bed:
Like two blossoms on one stem,
Like two flakes of new-fallen snow,
Like two wands of ivory
Tipped with gold for awful kings.
Moon and stars beamed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
Lumbering owls ...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
 No difference.

The sparrow shits
 upside down
--ah! my brain & eggs

Mayan head in a
Pacific driftwood bole
--Someday I'll live in N.Y.

Looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms.

 Winter Haiku
I didn't know the names 
of the flowers--now
my garden is gone.

I slapped the mosquito
and missed.
What m...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...wn 
lest they fly away. 
I am flying today. 
I am not tired today. 
I am a motor. 
I am cramming in the sugar. 
I am running up the hallways. 
I am squeezing out the milk. 
I am dissecting the dictionary. 
I am God, la de dah. 
Peanut butter is the American food. 
We all eat it, being patriotic. 

Ms. Dog is out fighting the dollars, 
rolling in a field of bucks. 
You've got it made if you take the wafer, 
take some wine, 
t...Read More

by Plath, Sylvia
...e filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.Read More

by Frost, Robert
...e might have overlooked. They could find none,
Not so much as a single tree for shade,
Let alone grove of trees for sugar orchard.
She told him of the bookmark maple leaf
In the big Bible, and all she remembered
of the place marked with it—"Wave offering,
Something about wave offering, it said."

 "You've never asked your father outright, have you?"

 "I have, and been Put off sometime, I think."
(This was her faded memory of the way
Once long ago her father h...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...tion, levels his piece;
The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee; 
As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his
 saddle; 
The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the
 dancers bow to each other; 
The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof’d garret, and harks to the musical
 rain; 
The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron;
The squaw, wrapt in her yellow-hemm’d cloth, ...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...ig; 
Welcome are lands of gold; 
Welcome are lands of wheat and maize—welcome those of the grape; 
Welcome are lands of sugar and rice;
Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white potato and sweet potato; 
Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies; 
Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, openings; 
Welcome the measureless grazing-lands—welcome the teeming soil of orchards, flax, honey,
 hemp;

Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...loud and clear!

Away with old romance! 
Away with novels, plots, and plays of foreign courts! 
Away with love-verses, sugar’d in rhyme—the intrigues, amours of idlers, 
Fitted for only banquets of the night, where dancers to late music slide; 
The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few,
With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers. 

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To you, ye Reverent, sane Sisters, 
To this resplendent day, the present scene, 
These eyes and ears...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...o the lands.

O the lands! interlink’d, food-yielding lands! 
Land of coal and iron! Land of gold! Lands of cotton, sugar, rice! 
Land of wheat, beef, pork! Land of wool and hemp! Land of the apple and grape! 
Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! Land of those
 sweet-air’d interminable plateaus! 
Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie!
Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado
 winds! 
Land of the ...Read More

by Hammad, Suheir
...ing the days
minutes missing without knowing
so that one day 
you find yourself 
showering tears
missing that love
like sugar 
aches teeth...Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...g a red sea,
and others, veins the flats'
lavender, rich mud
in burning rivulets;

on red, gravelly roads,
down rows of sugar maples,
past clapboard farmhouses
and neat, clapboard churches,
bleached, ridged as clamshells,
past twin silver birches,

through late afternoon
a bus journeys west,
the windshield flashing pink,
pink glancing off of metal,
brushing the dented flank
of blue, beat-up enamel;

down hollows, up rises,
and waits, patient, while
a lone traveller gives
kiss...Read More

by Walcott, Derek
...er that fell white from the mill wheel 
sprinkling like petals from the star-apple trees, 
and all of the windmills and sugar mills moved by mules 
on the treadmill of Monday to Monday, would repeat 
in tongues of water and wind and fire, in tongues 
of Mission School pickaninnies, like rivers remembering 
their source, Parish Trelawny, Parish St David, Parish 
St Andrew, the names afflicting the pastures, 
the lime groves and fences of marl stone and the cattle 
with a docil...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...lways made a gallon, so his Kool-Aid was a mere shadow of

its desired potency. And you're supposed to add a cup of sugar to every

package of Kool-Aid, but he never put any sugar in his Kool-Aid

because there wasn't any sugar to put in it.

 He created his own Kool-Aid reality and was able to illuminate

himself by it....Read More

by Simic, Charles
...pped in the colors of widowhood,

Met a true-blue orphan
On an indeterminate street-corner.

She offered him
A tiny sugar cube

In the hand so wizened
All the lines said: fate.



Do you take this line
Stretching to infinity?

I take this chipped tooth
On which to cut it in half.

Do you take this circle
Bounded by a single curved line?

I take this breath
That it cannot capture.

Then you may kiss the spot
Where her bridal train last rustled.



Winter ca...Read More

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