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Famous Vegetation Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Frost, Robert
...ery open place.

We came out on a look-off where we faced
A cliff, and on the cliff a bottle painted,
Or stained by vegetation from above,
A likeness to surprise the thrilly tourist.

"Well, if I haven't brought you to the fountain,
At least I've brought you to the famous Bottle."

"I won't accept the substitute. It's empty.”

"So's everything."

"I want my fountain."

"I guess you'd find the fountain just as empty.
And anyway this tells me whe...Read more of this...



by Douglas, Keith
...sts and legless beggars:
it is all one, all as you have heard.

But by a day's travelling you reach a new world
the vegetation is of iron
dead tanks, gun barrels split like celery
the metal brambles have no flowers or berries
and there are all sorts of manure, you can imagine
the dead themselves, their boots, clothes and possessions
clinging to the ground, a man with no head
has a packet of chocolate and a souvenir of Tripoli....Read more of this...

by Guillen, Rafael
...achete I go through the paths
of the cafetal.

Intricate paths
where the tamags lies in wait, sunk
in the luxuriant vegetation of the tropics,
the carnal luxury that gleams
in the eyes of the Creole overseer; sinuous
paths between junipers and avocados
where human thought, cowed
since before the white man, has never
found any other light than the well
of Quich; blind; drowning in itself.
Picking berries, the guanacos
hope only for a snort to free them
from the cafetal...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...? 
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float—and the soil is on the
 surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, 
For you only, and not for him and her? 

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A man’s Body at auction; 
I help the auctioneer—the sloven does not half know his business.

Gentlemen, look on this wonder! 
Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it; 
For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years, without one animal or plant; 
For it the r...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...hat this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a 
 temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of 
 vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill
 beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped in 
 away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with 
 vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for 
 pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no imformation, an...Read more of this...



by Walcott, Derek
...sunlight
were dugged like aching cows with unmilked fruit.
This was the last of the productive mines.
Only the vegetation here looked right.
A crab of pain scuttled shooting up his foot
and fastened on his neck, at the brain's root.
He felt his reason curling back like parchment
in this fierce torpor. Well, he no longer taxed
and tired what was left of his memory;
he should thank heaven he had escaped the sea,
and anyway, he had demanded to be sent
here w...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...If a crow 
had come out of the air to choose 
its entrails could I have laughed? 
If eagles formed now in the 
shocked vegetation of my sight 
would they be friendly? I can hear 
their wings lifting them down, the feathers 
tipped with red dust, that dust which 
even here I taste, having eaten it 
all these years....Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ers, that we may see and
 remark, and say, Whose? 

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. 

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic; 
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, 
Growing among black folks as among white;
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the
 same. 

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. 

Tenderly will I use you, cur...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...rge calm halls, a stately Museum shall teach you the infinite, solemn lessons of
 Minerals;

In another, woods, plants, Vegetation shall be illustrated—in another Animals, animal life
 and development. 

One stately house shall be the Music House; 
Others for other Arts—Learning, the Sciences, shall all be here; 
None shall be slighted—none but shall here be honor’d, help’d, exampled.

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This, this and these, America, shall be your Pyramids and Obelisks, 
Your Alexand...Read more of this...

by Gibran, Kahlil
...delity. 

In the city of the dead there is buried earth in earth that Nature converts, in the night's silence, into vegetation, and then into animal, and then into man. As my mind wandered in this fashion, I saw a procession moving slowly and reverently, accompanied by pieces of music that filled the sky with sad melody. It was an elaborate funeral. The dead was followed by the living who wept and lamented his going. As the cortege reached the place of int...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...cold blast I hear
  The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
  A rat crept softly through the vegetation
  Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
  While I was fishing in the dull canal
  On a winter evening round behind the gashouse                           190
  Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
  And on the king my father's death before him.
  White bodies naked on the low damp ground
  And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
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by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
Bu...Read more of this...

by Wheatley, Phillis
...ilial pray'r?
To-day, O hearken, nor your folly mourn
For time mispent, that never will return.
But see the sons of vegetation rise,
And spread their leafy banners to the skies.
All-wise Almighty Providence we trace
In trees, and plants, and all the flow'ry race;
As clear as in the nobler frame of man,
All lovely copies of the Maker's plan.
The pow'r the same that forms a ray of light,
That call d creation from eternal night.
"Let there be light," he said: fro...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...t we see, 
 And claws tight pressed on huge old knotted tree; 
 While from a cavern dim the bright eyes glare. 
 Oh, vegetation! Spirit! Do we dare 
 Question of matter, and of forces found 
 'Neath a rude skin-in living verdure bound. 
 Oh, Master—I, like thee, have wandered oft 
 Where mighty trees made arches high aloft, 
 But ever with a consciousness of strife, 
 A surging struggle of the inner life. 
 Ever the trembling of the grass I say, 
 And the boughs ro...Read more of this...

by Harrison, Tony
...d mam.

Home, home to my woman, where the fire's lit
these still chilly mid-May evenings, home to you,
and perished vegetation from the pit
escaping insubstantial up the flue.

Listening to Lulu, in our hearth we burn,
As we hear the high Cs rise in stereo,
what was lush swamp club-moss and tree-fern
at least 300 million years ago.

Shilbottle cobbles, Alban Berg high D
lifted from a source that bears your name,
the one we hear decay, the one we see,
the fern from...Read more of this...

by Raine, Kathleen
...O never harm the dreaming world, 
the world of green, the world of leaves, 
but let its million palms unfold 
the adoration of the trees.

It is a love in darkness wrought
obedient to the unseen sun,
longer than memory, a thought
deeper than the graves of time.

The turning spindles of the cells
weave a slow forest over space,
the dance of love, cr...Read more of this...

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