Famous Tailing Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Tailing poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous tailing poems. These examples illustrate what a famous tailing poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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Hope, Alec Derwent (A D)
...d of the train. I have learned that one tree
Is much like another, one hill the dead spit of the next
I have seen tailing off behind all the various types of country
Like a clock running down. I am bored and a little perplexed;
And weak with the effort of endless evacuation
Of the long monotonous Now, the repetitive, tidy
Officialdom of each siding, of each little station
Labelled Monday, Tuesday - and goodness ! what happened to - Friday ?
And the maddening...Read more of this...
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Kipling, Rudyard
...aked to our eyes:
But we were heading homeward
With trade to lose or make --
Good Lord, they slipped behind us
In the tailing of our wake!
Let go, let go the anchors;
Now shamed at heart are we
To bring so poor a cargo home
That had for gift the sea!
Let go the great bow-anchors --
Ah, fools were we and blind --
The worst we stored with utter toil,
The best we left behind!
Coastwise -- cross-seas -- round the world and back again,
Whither flaw shall fail us or the Tr...Read more of this...
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Kipling, Rudyard
...ed to our eyes:
But we were heading homeward
With trade to lose or make --
Good Lord, they slipped behind us
In the tailing of our wake!
Let go, let go the anchors;
Now shamed at heart are we
To bring so poor a cargo home
That had for gift the sea!
Let go the great bow-anchor --
Ah, fools were we and blind --
The worst we stored with utter toil,
The best we left behind!
Coastwise -- cross-seas -- round the world and back again,
Whither flaw shall fail us or the...Read more of this...
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Service, Robert William
...The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas,
Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,
The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,
The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows,
And I've got to glut the Wanderlust again.
Soldier...Read more of this...
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