Famous Terminus Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Terminus poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous terminus poems. These examples illustrate what a famous terminus poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...Advance is Life's condition
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so --
The Tunnel is not lighted
Existence with a wall
Is better we consider
Than not exist at all --...Read more of this...
by
Dickinson, Emily
...m for
One more inside” and I went along
For the ride.
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Ride-a-cock horse to
Roundhay Park where
The tram terminus still
Stands, a bay with poles
Of steel too tall and
Strong to shift, between
The cobbles, tram lines
Lay buried, the upper
Deck is filled with the
Smoke of Capstan Full
Strength and nicotined
Fingers grasp threepenny
Workman’s returns and
“The Evening Post” is read
And rolled and slapped
On Uncle Arthur’s greasy
Overalls from Hudswell...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...pass’d me,
As he stood in his boat, and look’d toward the coming sun,
I saw something different from capitulation.
TERMINUS.
Enough—the Centenarian’s story ends;
The two, the past and present, have interchanged;
I myself, as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.
And is this the ground Washington trod?
And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross’d,
As resolute in defeat, as other generals in their proudest triumphs...Read more of this...
by
Whitman, Walt
...t
Into different lives, or into any future;
You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus,
While the narrowing rails slide together behind you;
And on the deck of the drumming liner
Watching the furrow that widens behind you,
You shall not think 'the past is finished'
Or 'the future is before us'.
At nightfall, in the rigging and the aerial,
Is a voice descanting (though not to the ear,
The murmuring shell of time, and not in any languag...Read more of this...
by
Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...love-sick.
They prepare for death—yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be content and full;
Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars, to learn one of the
meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith—to sweep through the ceaseless rings, and never be
quiet
again.THE indications, and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw, indicates...Read more of this...
by
Whitman, Walt
...ptions, languages!)
For that, O God—be it my latest word—here on my knees,
Old, poor, and paralyzed—I thank Thee.
My terminus near,
The clouds already closing in upon me,
The voyage balk’d—the course disputed, lost,
I yield my ships to Thee.
Steersman unseen! henceforth the helms are Thine;
Take Thou command—(what to my petty skill Thy navigation?)
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless;
My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d; Let the old timbers part—I will not
part!
I wil...Read more of this...
by
Whitman, Walt
..., as you do,
Six reindeer slow from house to house,
Let's build a Grand Trunk Railway through
From here to earth's last terminus.
"`We'll touch at every chimney-top
(An Elevated Track, of course),
Then, as we whisk you by, you'll drop
Each package down: just think, the force
"`You'll save, the time! -- Besides, we'll make
Our millions: look you, soon we will
Compete for freights -- and then we'll take
Dame Fortune's bales of good and ill
"`(Why, she's the biggest shipper, ...Read more of this...
by
Lanier, Sidney
...ached a full stop, and was still.
Dead calm succeeded to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:
When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
With glance that ever sought the ground,
She moved her lips without a sound,
And every now and then she frowned.
He gazed upon the sleeping sea,
And joyed in its tranquillity,
And in that silence dead, but she
To muse a little space di...Read more of this...
by
Carroll, Lewis
...ich the sky eternally threads itself?
The world is blood-hot and personal
Dawn says, with its blood-flush.
There is no terminus, only suitcases
Out of which the same self unfolds like a suit
Bald and shiny, with pockets of wishes,
Notions and tickets, short circuits and folding mirrors.
I am mad, calls the spider, waving its many arms.
And in truth it is terrible,
Multiplied in the eyes of the flies.
They buzz like blue children
In nets of the infinite,
Roped in at the ...Read more of this...
by
Plath, Sylvia
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