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Famous Thorned Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Murray, Les
...I am lived. I am died.
I was two-leafed three times, and grazed,
but then I was stemmed and multiplied,
sharp-thorned and caned, nested and raised, 
earth-salt by sun-sugar. I was innerly sung
by thrushes who need fear no eyed skin thing.
Finched, ant-run, flowered, I am given the years
in now fewer berries, now more of sling
out over directions of luscious dung.
Of water crankshaft, of gases the gears
my shape is cattle-pruned to a crown spread sprung
a...Read more of this...



by Lawrence, D. H.
...id deserve. 

You are shapely, you are adorned, 
But opaque and dull in the flesh, 
Who, had I but pierced with the thorned 
Fire-threshing anguish, were fused and cast 
In a lovely illumined mesh. 

Like a painted window: the best 
Suffering burnt through your flesh, 
Undrossed it and left it blest 
With a quivering sweet wisdom of grace: but now 
Who shall take you afresh? 

Now who will burn you free 
From your body's terrors and dross, 
Since the fire has failed i...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace
...
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit,
A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue,
To be served by men of ice.
The senses paint
By metaphor. The juice was fragranter
Than wettest cinnamon. It was cribled pears
Dripping a morning sap.
The truth must be
That you do not see, you experience, you feel,
That the buxom eye brings merely its element
To the total thing, a shapeless giant forced ...Read more of this...

by Jeffers, Robinson
...taste, the shudder
 and the voice.

 The fire from heaven; it has
 felt the earth's too
Roaring up hill in autumn, thorned oak-leaves tossing
 their bright ruin to the bitter laurel-leaves,
 and all
Its under-forest has died and died, and lives to be
 burnt; the redwood has lived. Though the fire
 entered,
It cored the trunk while the sapwood increased. The
 trunk is a tower, the bole of the trunk is a
 black cavern,
The mast of the trunk with its green boughs th...Read more of this...

by Boland, Eavan
...y,
Weather of misery, cloud cover of distress,
To which there are not witnesses, unless
One counts the briny, tough and thorned sea holly....Read more of this...



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