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Famous Whirs Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...spy the land — small sirs,
    We bring less danger than the very breeze
    Who in great zig-zag blows the bee, and whirs
    In bluebell shadow down the bright green leas;
    From whom in frolic fit the chopt straw darts and flees.

    The cornel steepling up in white shall know
    The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
    All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
    To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
    Where the wild apple blooms above th...Read more of this...
by Blunden, Edmund



...dark snail 
Surveys the wet world from a watery stone... 
And still the syllables of water whisper: 
The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait 
In the dark room; and in your heart I find 
One silver raindrop,—on a hawthorn leaf,— 
Orion in a cobweb, and the World....Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad
...me bulging shapes from darkness, loom gigantic,
Or huddle in dark again. . . .A clock ticks clearly,
A gas-jet steadily whirs, light streams across me;
Two church bells, with alternate beat, strike nine;
And through these things my pencil pushes softly
To weave grey webs of lines on this clear page.
Snow falls and melts; the eaves make liquid music;
Black wheel-tracks line the snow-touched street; I turn
And look one instant at the half-dark gardens,
Where skeleton elm-trees ...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad
...is pillow.
The clock, upon her mantelpiece, strikes nine.
The night wears on. She hears dull steps above her.
The world whirs on. . . .New stars come up to shine.

His youth—far off—he sees it brightly walking
In a golden cloud. . . .Wings flashing about it. . . . Darkness
Walls it around with dripping enormous walls.
Old age—far off—her death—what do they matter?
Down the smooth purple night a streaked star falls.

She hears slow steps in the street—they chime like music;
Th...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad

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