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Famous Turned On Poems by Famous Poets

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by Yeats, William Butler
...Epilogue to "A Vision'

MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
And it is All Souls' Night,
And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel
Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come;
For it is a ghost's right,
His element is so fine
Being sharpened by his death,
To drink from the wine-breath
While our ...Read More

by Tebb, Barry

Of the city museum marked ‘Shed, Falmouth

Place, 1937’; it is your street, Margaret,

The creosoted palings and cart turned on

Its end, the shafts raised like a memorial

Stone, our last memory gone.


For fish and chips

We went past ‘The Mansions’

Half a dozen enormous

Victorian houses abandoned

To the poorest of the poor

With front steps missing

Holes in the halls so big

You had to jump and

Rats the size of cats.

The children who lived there

...Read More

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...rescue and to save.


Uncertain Nature, like a fickle friend, 
(Worse than the foe on whom we may depend) 
Turned on these dauntless souls a brow of wrath
And hurled her icy jav'lins in their path.
With treacherous quicksands, and with storms that blight, 
Entrapped their footsteps and confused their sight.
'Yet on, ' urged Custer, 'on at any cost, 
No hour is there to waste, no moment to be lost.'


Determined, silent, on they rode, and on,...Read More

by Edgar, Marriott
...he ball, and then kicked it 
And landed it right in the net! 

The fog seemed to lift at that moment 
And all eyes were turned on the lad 
The Whippets seemed kind of dumbfounded 
While the Swifts started cheering like mad! 

'Twere his own goal as he’d kicked the ball through 
He’d scored for his foes ‘gainst his friends
For he’d slept through the referee’s whistle 
And at half time he hadn’t changed ends! 

Joe was transferred from the West Wigan Whippets 
To the Todmorden ...Read More

by Thomas, Dylan
...I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain,
Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye,
Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.
So, planning-heeled, I flew along my man
And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky.

I fled the earth and, naked, climbed the weather,
Reaching a second ground far from the stars;
And there we wept I and a ghostly other,
My mothers-eyed, upon the tops of trees;
I fled that ground as lightly as a feather.

'My fathers' g...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante
...tore him through, 
 Screaming derisive, "Philip! whose horse-hooves shine 
 With silver," and the rageful Florentine 
 Turned on himself his gnashing teeth and tore. 

 But he deserveth, and I speak, no more. 

 Now, as we neared the further beach, I heard 
 The lamentable and unceasing wail 
 By which the air of all the hells is stirred 
 Increasing ever, which caused mine eyes unveil 
 Their keenest vision to search what came, and he 
 Who marked, indulgent, told.<...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...oposed, without an overture, 
That we be seated in the shade a while, 
And Isaac made no murmur. Soon the talk 
Was turned on Archibald, and I began 
To feel some premonitions of a kind
That only childhood knows; for the old man 
Had looked at me and clutched me with his eye, 
And asked if I had ever noticed things. 
I told him that I could not think of them, 
And I knew then, by the frown that left his face
Unsatisfied, that I had injured him. 
“My good young fri...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
...lems justr for
the sake of
this is a sheild and a 

The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
but when the good
moments arrived
I did'nt fight them off
like an alley 
I let them take me,
i luxuriated in them,
I bade them welcome
I even looked into
the mirror
once having thought
myself to be
I now liked what
I saw,almost
a bit ripped and
odd turns,
but all...Read More

by Hayden, Robert
...who calls himself a prince, 
directing, urging on the ghastly work. 
He hacked the poor mulatto down, and then 
he turned on me. The decks were slippery 
when daylight finally came. It sickens me 
to think of what I saw, of how these apes 
threw overboard the butchered bodies of 
our men, true Christians all, like so much jetsam. 
Enough, enough. The rest is quickly told: 
Cinquez was forced to spare the two of us 
you see to steer the ship to Africa, 
an...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...nother time, to when my daught-

er was conceived. We'd just moved into a new apartment and

the lights hadn't been turned on yet. We were surrounded by

unpacked boxes of stuff and there was a candle burning like

milk on a saucer. So we got one in and we're sure it was the

right one.

 A friend was sleeping in another room. In retrospect I

hope we didn't wake him up, though he has been awakened and

gone to sleep hundreds of times since then.

 Dur...Read More

by Lawson, Henry! 
Cheer after cheer, the long half mile 
(It has been ever thus), 
And evermore her winsome smile 
She turned and turned on us. 

The Spring-burst over wood and sea, 
The day was warm and bright – 
Young Clarence stood on my left hand, 
Old Withen on the right. 
With fifteen thousand men, or more, 
With plumes and banners gay, 
To sail that day to foreign war, 
And our ships swarmed on the bay. 

Old Withen muttered in his beard I listened with a sigh – 
"Go...Read More

by Estep, Maggie
...urmised - because we were fired. 

I supppose maybe we were fired because we never actually CLEANED but rather
just turned on the vacuum so it SOUNDED like we were cleaning as we picked
the pubic hairs off the sheets and out of the tub then passed out on the
bed and caught up on the sleep we'd missed from being up all night speeding.

When we got fired, we became waitresses at an International House of Pancakes.

We were much happier there....Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...p like a pillar of smoke to guide 
The wonderful march of Wheat. 

Furrow by furrow, and fold by fold, 
The soil is turned on the plain; 
Better than silver and better than gold 
Is the surface-mine of the grain; 
Better than cattle and better than sheep 
In the fight with drought and heat; 
For a streak of stubbornness, wide and deep, 
Lies hid in a grain of Wheat. 

When the stock is swept by the hand of fate, 
Deep down in his bed of clay 
The brave brown Wheat wil...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...gaily jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
He turned on will-power to increase the load
And slow me down -- and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
I changed from hand to hand in desperation.
I wondered what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
For all I knew it may have sharpened spears
And arrowheads itself. Much use.for years
Had gradua...Read More

by Muir, Edwin
...sea. Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak,
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listn, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations l...Read More

by Nesbit, Edith
...It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She's been elected.

My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
into fire....Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...asp upon the saddle laid,
     But wreathed his left hand in the mane,
     And lightly bounded from the plain,
     Turned on the horse his armed heel,
     And stirred his courage with the steel.
     Bounded the fiery steed in air,
     The rider sat erect and fair,
     Then like a bolt from steel crossbow
     Forth launched, along the plain they go.
     They dashed that rapid torrent through,
     And up Carhonie's hill they flew;
     Still at the gallop pr...Read More

by Browning, Robert day more so long to wait? 
Moreover the Duke rides past, I know; 
We shall see each other, sure as fate." 

She turned on her side and slept. Just so! 
So we resolve on a thing and sleep: 
So did the lady, ages ago. 

That night the Duke said, "Dear or cheap 
As the cost of this cup of bliss may prove 
To body or soul, I will drain it deep." 

And on the morrow, bold with love, 
He beckoned the bridegroom (close on call, 
As his duty bade, by the Duke's al...Read More

by Seeger, Alan
But writhing with intolerable pain, 
Convulsed in every limb, and all his face 
Wrought to distortion with the agony, 
Turned on his lord a look of wild appeal, 
The secret half atremble on his lips, 
Livid and quivering, that waited yet 
For leave -- for leave to utter it -- one sign -- 
One word -- one little word -- to ease his pain. 

As one reclining in the banquet hall, 
Propped on an elbow, garlanded with flowers, 
Saw lust and greed and boisterous revelry 
Surge...Read More

by Padel, Ruth
...all the inoculated arms. There they were 
in a pile, a pile of little arms.


Soon after, all us new recruits turned on
to angel-dust like the rest. 
You get it subsidized out there.
The snail can' t crawl on the straight
razor and live. I'm innocent.

(This poem was Commended in the 1992 National Poetry Competition)...Read More

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