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Famous Tackle Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Raine, Craig
...ice gossip
even in bed and find it so intelligent?
Was is straight biological bent?

I suppose you go jogging together?
Tackle the Ridgeway in nasty weather?
Face force 55 gales and chat about prep
or how you bested that Birmingham rep?

He must be mad with excitement.
So must you. What an incitement
to lust all those press-ups must be.
Or is it just the same? PE?

Tell me, I'm curious. Is it fun
being in love with just anyone?
How do you remember his face
if ...Read more of this...



by Stevenson, Robert Louis
...I hear on your piano
You (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play.
Mostly little minds should take and tackle their piano
While the birds are singing in the morning of the day....Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...reakers' came
The crash of ruin, and the loss of all
But Enoch and two others. Half the night,
Buoy'd upon floating tackle and broken spars,
These drifted, stranding on an isle at morn
Rich, but loneliest in a lonely sea.

No want was there of human sustenance,
Soft fruitage, mighty nuts, and nourishing roots;
Nor save for pity was it hard to take
The helpless life so wild that it was tame.
There in a seaward-gazing mountain-gorge
They built, and thatch'd with lea...Read more of this...

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...Known only to our Cost for a devouring Tomb. 
Nor seemed the HURRICANE content, 
Whilst only Ships were wreckt, and Tackle rent; 
The Sailors too must fall a Prey, 
Those that Command, with those that did Obey; 
The best Supporters of thy pompous Stile, 
Thou far Renown'd, thou pow'rful BRITISH Isle! 
Foremost in Naval Strength, and Sov'reign of the Sea! 
These from thy Aid that wrathful Night divides, 
Plung'd in those Waves, o'er which this Title rides. 


What art ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...fts on the calmer wave by dubious light, 
And, like a weather-beaten vessel, holds 
Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn; 
Or in the emptier waste, resembling air, 
Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold 
Far off th' empyreal Heaven, extended wide 
In circuit, undetermined square or round, 
With opal towers and battlements adorned 
Of living sapphire, once his native seat; 
And, fast by, hanging in a golden chain, 
This pendent World, in bigness as a star 
O...Read more of this...



by Brautigan, Richard
...itting here

ever since like a toad on a log dreaming about Leonardo da

Vinci.

 I dreamt he was on the South Bend Tackle Company pay-

roll, but of course, he was wearing different clothes and

speaking with a different accent and possessor of a different

childhood, perhaps an American childhood spent in a town

like Lordsburg, New Mexico, or Winchester, Virginia.

 I saw him inventing a new spinning lure for trout fishing

in America. I saw him first of all wo...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...fast.

Fried potatoes and eggs and coffee.

 "Well, you old bastard, " he said. "Pass the salt. "

 The tackle was already in the car, so we just got in and

drove away. Beginning at the first light of dawn we hit the

road at the bottom of the mountains, and drove up into the

dawn.

 The light behind the trees was like going into a gradual

and strange department store.

 "That was a good-looking girl last night, " he said.

"Yeah, "I said.Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...felt just like a

telephone repairman, even though I did not look like one. I

was only a kid covered with fishing tackle, but in some

strange way by going in there and catching a few trout, I

kept the telephones in service. I was an asset to society.

 It was pleasant work, but at times it made me uneasy.

It could grow dark in there instantly when there were some

clouds in the sky and they worked their way onto the sun.

Then you almost needed candle...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...big set of inter-

 locking aluminum cookware and a portable ice box.

 The last things he charged were his fishing tackle and a

 bottle of insect repellent.

 He left the next day for the mountains.

 Hours later, when he arrived in the mountains, the first

 sixteen campgrounds he stopped at were filled with people.

 He was a little surprised. He had no idea the mountains

 would be so crowded.

 At the seventeenth campground, a man had just died o...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...apped the straps, un-

clicked the various clickers and opened the God-damn thing.

It was stuffed with old fishing tackle. There were old rods

and reels and lines and boots and creels and there was a metal

box full of flies and lures and hooks.

 Some of the hooks still had worms on them. The worms

were years and decades old and petrified to the hooks. The

worms were now as much a part of the hooks as the metal it-

self.

 There was some old Trou...Read more of this...

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                                          Praise him....Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...ndered hulks,
 The louder the sun blooms
And the tusked, ramshackling sea exults;
 And every wave of the way
And gale I tackle, the whole world then,
 With more triumphant faith
That ever was since the world was said,
 Spins its morning of praise,

 I hear the bouncing hills
Grow larked and greener at berry brown
 Fall and the dew larks sing
Taller this thunderclap spring, and how
 More spanned with angles ride
The mansouled fiery islands! Oh,
 Holier then their eyes,
And my ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...mes this way sailing
Like a stately Ship
Of Tarsus, bound for th' Isles
Of Javan or Gadier
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An Amber sent of odorous perfume 
Her harbinger, a damsel train behind;
Some rich Philistian Matron she may seem,
And now at nearer view, no other certain
Than Dalila thy wife.

Sam: My Wife, my Traytress, let her not come near me.

Cho: Yet on she moves, n...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...oses,
And our children all went the way of the roses:
It's a long lane that knows no turnings.
One needs but little tackle to travel in;
So, just one stout cloak shall I indue:
And for a stall, what beats the javelin
With which his boars my father pinned you?
And then, for a purpose you shall hear presently,
Taking some Cotnar, a tight plump skinful,
I shall go journeying, who but I, pleasantly!
Sorrow is vain and despondency sinful.
What's a man's age? He must hurry ...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...n.
A sheaf of peacock arrows bright and keen
Under his belt he bare full thriftily.
Well could he dress his tackle yeomanly:
His arrows drooped not with feathers low;
And in his hand he bare a mighty bow.
A nut-head  had he, with a brown visiage:
Of wood-craft coud* he well all the usage: *knew
Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield
And by his side a sword and a buckler,
And on that other side a gay daggere,
Harnessed well, and sharp as point of...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ng funnels roar, with the Peter at the fore,
 And the fenders grind and heave,
And the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle hooks the crate,
 And the fall-rope whines through the sheave;
 It's "Gang-plank up and in," dear lass,
 It's "Hawsers warp her through!"
 And it's "All clear aft" on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
 We're backing down on the Long Trail -- the trail that is always new.

O the mutter overside, when the port-fog holds us tied,
 And the ...Read more of this...

by Abercrombie, Lascelles
...ed. But worse, far worse 
Than Baghdad, is this roadstead, the brown sails, 
All the enginery of going on sea, 
The tackle and the rigging, tholes and sweeps, 
The prows built to put by the waves, the masts 
Stayed for a hurricane; and lo, that line 
Of gilded water there! the sun has drawn 
In a long narrow band of shining oil 
His light over the sea; how evilly move 
Ripples along that golden skin! -- the gleam 
Works like a muscular thing! like the half-gorged 
Sleepy ...Read more of this...

by Dyke, Henry Van
...jewelled reel ran out a silken line.
With kingly strokes he flogged the crystal stream,
Far-off the salmon saw his tackle gleam;
Careless of kings, they eyed with calm disdain
The gaudy lure, and Martin fished in vain.
On Friday, when the week was almost spent,
He scanned his empty creel with discontent,
Called for a net, and cast it far and wide,
And drew --- a thousand minnows from the tide!
Then came the fisher to conclude the match,
And at the monarch's feet spre...Read more of this...

by Graham, Jorie
..., kinetic flow, 
rising and falling water, 
ingots, levers and keys, 
I believe in you, 
cylinder lock, pully, 
lifting tackle and 
crane lift your small head-- 
I believe in you--
your head is the horizon to
my hand. I believe 
forever in the hooks. 
The way things work 
is that eventually 
something catches....Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...something
extra in the morning. I went home to prepare for trout fishing in America.
I didn't have any fishing tackle, so I had to fall back on
corny fishing tackle. Like a joke.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

I bent a pin and tied it onto a piece of white string.

And slept. The next morning I got up
early and ate my breakfast. I took a slice of white bread to use for bait.
I planned on making dough balls from the soft center of the br...Read more of this...

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