Famous Telephones Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Telephones poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous telephones poems. These examples illustrate what a famous telephones poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Larkin, Philip
...at we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape,
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house....Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
...will be disquieted
by the hospital, that body zone--
bodies wrapped in elastic bands,
bodies cased in wood or used like telephones,
bodies crucified up onto their crutches,
bodies wearing rubber bags between their legs,
bodies vomiting up their juice like detergent, Here in this house
there are other bodies.
Whenever I see a six-year-old
swimming in our aqua pool
a voice inside me says what can't be told...
Ha, someday you'll be old and withered
and tubes will...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...ced on
Still holding me between
Its sheets of steel.
The weighbridge office is
Deserted, pink paint peeling,
Telephones ripped from
The wall, worn desks on
Their side, creosoted
Palings gone, our last
Game of cricket played.
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The last coal wagon
Has gone to the tower
At Nevill Hill to be
Hauled high and drenched
And dropped from the sky.
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Every house-row would
Glow with red and
Chiaroscuro, walls
Polished by the passage
Of a...Read more of this...
by
Berryman, John
...u explain that? —I explain that, Mr Bones,
terms o' your bafflin odd sobriety.
Sober as man can get, no girls, no telephones,
what could happen bad to Mr Bones?
—If life is a handkerchief sandwich,
in a modesty of death I join my father
who dared so long agone leave me.
A bullet on a concrete stoop
close by a smothering southern sea
spreadeagled on an island, by my knee.
—You is from hunger, Mr Bones,
I offers you this handkerchief, now set
your left foot ...Read more of this...
by
Storni, Alfonsina
...rom above
and a bird traces a pattern for you
so you'll forget . . . Thank you. Oh, one request:
if he telephones again
tell him not to keep trying for I have left . . ....Read more of this...
by
O'Hara, Frank
...was a spring night.
Probably George did too.
And now the ship has gone
beyond come sheets windows streets telephones and noises:
to where I cannot go
not even a long distance swimmer like myself....Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...nly 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 candles to fish by, and foxfire in
your reflexes.
Once I was in there when it started ra...Read more of this...
by
Frost, Robert
...knows what he can do, or he wouldn’t try.
Get into bed I say, and get some rest.
He won’t come back, and if he telephones,
It won’t be for an hour or two.”
“Well then——
We can’t be any help by sitting here
And living his fight through with him, I suppose.”
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Cole had been telephoning in the dark.
Mrs. Cole’s voice came from an inner room:
“Did she call you or you call ...Read more of this...
by
Sandburg, Carl
...re doctors for the sick,
And lawyers for people waiting in jail,
And a dog catcher and a superintendent of streets,
And telephones, water-works, trolley cars,
And newspapers with a splatter of telegrams from sister cities of Kalamazoo the round world over.
And the loafer lagging along said:
Kalamazoo, you ain’t in a class by yourself;
I seen you before in a lot of places.
If you are nuts America is nuts.
And lagging along he said bitterly:
Before I came to Kala...Read more of this...
by
Masters, Edgar Lee
...ater:
For as a boy I made balloons
And wondrous kites and toys with clocks
And little engines with tracks to run on
And telephones of cans and thread.
I played the cornet and painted pictures,
Modeled in clay and took the part
Of the villain in the "Octoroon."
But then at twenty-one I married
And had to live, and so, to live
I learned the trade of making watches
And kept the jewelry store on the square,
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, --
Not of business, but o...Read more of this...
by
Bishop, Elizabeth
...Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse,
minutes of a barbaric condescension.
--Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees,
at their dark needles, accretions to no purpose
woodenly crystallized, and where two fireflies
are only lost.
Hear nothing but a train that goes by, must go by, like tension;
nothing. And wait:
maybe even...Read more of this...
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