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Famous Trees Poems by Famous Poets

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...the hereditary countenance bequeath’d, both mother’s and father’s, 
His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees, 
Built of the common stock, having room for far and near, 
Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,
Attracting it Body and Soul to himself, hanging on its neck with incomparable love, 
Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, 
Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, 
Making its rivers, ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt



...them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children 
and a keg of beer and an
accordion....Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...ons! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive ********!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true
To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew

From Saturn's cave; a few thin wisps of hay
Lie on the sharp black hedges, where the wain
Dragged the sweet pillage of a ...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar
...envious of the dove
Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings
To wander wherewithal and find its joys?
We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs
Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves,
But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower
Above us in their beauty, and must reign
In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law
That first in beauty should be first in might:
Yea, by that law, another race may drive
Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Have ye beheld the young God of the sea...Read more of this...
by Keats, John



...he caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is he...Read more of this...
by Angelou, Maya
...s, 
 Thales, Heraclitus, Empedocles, 
 Zeno, were there; and Dioscorides 
 Who searched the healing powers of herbs and trees; 
 And Orpheus, Tullius, Livius, Seneca, 
 Euclid and Ptolem?us; Avicenna, 
 Galen, Hippocrates; Averrho?s, 
 The Master's great interpreter, - but these 
 Are few to those I saw, an endless dream 
 Of shades before whom Hell quietened and cowered. My theme, 
 With thronging recollections of mighty names 
 That there I marked impedes me. All too long 
...Read more of this...
by Alighieri, Dante
...ving banner, and the clapping door; 
The rustling tapestry, and the echoing floor; 
The long dim shadows of surrounding trees, 
The flapping bat, the night song of the breeze; 
Aught they behold or hear their thought appals 
As evening saddens o'er the dark gray walls. 

XVI. 

Vain thought! that hour of ne'er unravell'd gloom 
Came not again, or Lara could assume 
A seeming of forgetfulness that made 
His vassals more amazed nor less afraid — 
Had memory vanish'd then with s...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...carols of Death. 
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! 
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees. 

O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem! 
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem. 

O the joy of my spirit! it is uncaged! it darts like lightning! 
It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time—I will have thousands of
 globes,
 and all time. 

2
O the en...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...es
 of the wind; 
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms; 
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag; 
The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and
 hill-sides;
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and
 meeting the sun. 

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth
 much? 
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? 
Have you ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...me, the sun-light expands my blood? 
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank? 
Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and always drop fruit as I
 pass;) 
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers? 
What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side? 
What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore, as I walk by, and ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...we went
Under a dragon moon,
And `mid volcanic tints of night
Walked where they fought the unknown fight
And saw black trees on the battle-height,
Black thorn on Ethandune?
And I thought, "I will go with you,
As man with God has gone,
And wander with a wandering star,
The wandering heart of things that are,
The fiery cross of love and war
That like yourself, goes on."

O go you onward; where you are
Shall honour and laughter be,
Past purpled forest and pearled foam,
God's wi...Read more of this...
by Chesterton, G K
...ttered at intervals, and wreathing smoke
Arising from such rustic roofs: the hill
Was crowned with a peculiar diadem
Of trees, in circular array, so fixed,
Not by the sport of nature, but of man:
These two, a maiden and a youth, were there
Gazing—the one on all that was beneath
Fair as herself—but the boy gazed on her;
And both were young, and one was beautiful:
And both were young—yet not alike in youth.
As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge,
The maid was on the eve of wo...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...n time's change that will not be withstood,
Thinking how Christ said Be like one of these.
For in the forest among many trees
Scarce one in all is found that hath made good
The virgin pattern of its slender wood,
That courtesied in joy to every breeze; 
But scath'd, but knotted trunks that raise on high
Their arms in stiff contortion, strain'd and bare
Whose patriarchal crowns in sorrow sigh.
So, little children, ye--nay nay, ye ne'er
From me shall learn how sure the change a...Read more of this...
by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...r pony's worth his weight in gold,  Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy!  She's coming from among the trees,  And now all full in view she sees  Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.   And Betty sees the pony too:  Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy?  It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost,  'Tis he whom you so long have lost,  He whom you love, your idiot boy.   She looks agai...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...ing cavern we groped
our tedious way till a void boundless as a nether sky appeard
beneath us & we held by the roots of trees and hung over this
immensity; but I said, if you please we will commit ourselves
to this void, and see whether providence is here also, if you
will not I will? but he answerd. do not presume O young-man but
as we here remain behold thy lot which will soon appear when the
darkness passes away
So I remaind with him sitting in the twisted [PL 18] root of
...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...bent his head,
And lay like one three-quarters dead 

The whisper left him - like a breeze
Lost in the depths of leafy trees -
Left him by no means at his ease. 

Once more he weltered in despair,
With hands, through denser-matted hair,
More tightly clenched than then they were. 

When, bathed in Dawn of living red,
Majestic frowned the mountain head,
"Tell me my fault," was all he said. 

When, at high Noon, the blazing sky
Scorched in his head each haggard eye,
Then keenes...Read more of this...
by Carroll, Lewis
...foam, partly to glide along
The airs that roughened the moist amethyst,
"Or the slant morning beams that fell among
The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees;
And her feet ever to the ceaseless song
"Of leaves & winds & waves & birds & bees
And falling drops moved in a measure new
Yet sweet, as on the summer evening breeze
"Up from the lake a shape of golden dew
Between two rocks, athwart the rising moon,
Moves up the east, where eagle never flew.--
"And still her feet, no ...Read more of this...
by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...Southwest wind
 Carried down stream
 The peal of bells
 White towers
 Weialala leia 
 Wallala leialala
"Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."
"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start'.
I made no comment. What should I resent?"
"On Margate Sands. 
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty ha...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...
Ancient city is as if dead,
Strange's my coming here.
Vladimir has raised a black cross
Over the river.
Noisy elm trees, noisy lindens
In the gardens dark,
Raised to God, the needle-bearing
Stars' bright diamond sparks.
Sacrificial and glorious
Way, I am ending here,
With me is but you, my equal,
And my love so dear.



x x x

It seems as though the voice of man
Will never sound in this place,
But only wind from age of stone
Is knocking on black gates....Read more of this...
by Akhmatova, Anna

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