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Famous Who Cares Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Dickinson, Emily
...things that sing
Not Birds entirely -- but Minds --
Minute Effulgencies and Winds --
When what they sung for is undone
Who cares about a Blue Bird's Tune --
Why, Resurrection had to wait
Till they had moved a Stone --...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
 No formulae the text-books know,
Will turn the bullet from your coat,
 Or ward the tulwar's downward blow
Strike hard who cares -- shoot straight who can --
The odds are on the cheaper man.

One sword-knot stolen from the camp
 Will pay for all the school expenses
Of any Kurrum Valley scamp
 Who knows no word of moods and tenses,
But, being blessed with perfect sight,
Picks off our messmates left and right.

With home-bred hordes the hillsides teem,
 The troop-ships...Read More

by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...t was Joe?

No matter; while our home is here
No sounding name is half so dear;
When fades at length our lingering day,
Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
Read on the hearts that love us still,
Hic jacet Joe. Hic jacet Bill....Read More

by Browning, Robert
...ough and ready man who write apace, 
Read somewhat seldomer, think perhaps even less-- 
You disbelieve! Who wonders and who cares? 
Lord So-and-so--his coat bedropped with wax, 
All Peter's chains about his waist, his back 
Brave with the needlework of Noodledom-- 
Believes! Again, who wonders and who cares? 
But I, the man of sense and learning too, 
The able to think yet act, the this, the that, 
I, to believe at this late time of day! 
Enough; you see, I need not fear cont...Read More

by Webb, Charles
...It's okay if the world goes with Venetian;
Who cares what Italians don't see?--
Or with Man's Bluff (a temporary problem
Healed by shrieks and cheating)--or with date:
Three hours of squirming repaid by laughs for years.

But when an old woman, already deaf,
Wakes from a night of headaches, and the dark
Won't disappear--when doctors call like tedious
Birds, "If only..." up and down ho...Read More

by Frost, Robert
They eat them the year round, and those they don't eat 
They sell in the store and buy shoes for their feet." 
"Who cares what they say? It's a nice way to live, 
Just taking what Nature is willing to give, 
Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow." 
"I wish you had seen his perpetual bow-- 
And the air of the youngsters! Not one of them turned, 
And they looked so solemn-absurdly concerned." 
"I wish I knew half what the flock of them know 
Of where all the...Read More

by Landor, Walter Savage
...y tree,
Spite of the wind and of the rain . . .
A thing you heed not if you see.

At last it falls. Who cares? Not one:
And yet no power on earth can ever
Replace the fallen leaf upon
Its spray, so easy to dissever.

If such be love, I dare not say.
Friendship is such, too well I know:
I have enjoyed my summer day;
'Tis past; my leaf now lies below....Read More

by Browning, Robert
...e from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...he glare—the usher utters, 
 "Behold and hearken! that's my Lord Protector's 
 Cousin—that, his son-in-law—that next"—who cares! 
 Some perfumed puppet! "Milton?" "He in black— 
 Yon silent scribe who trims their eloquence!" 
 Still 'chronicling small-beer,'—such is my duty! 
 Yea, one whose thunder roared through martyr bones 
 Till Pope and Louis Grand quaked on their thrones, 
 And echoed "Vengeance for the Vaudois," where 
 The Sultan slumbers sick with scent of ...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...of what to face or run away from.
I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.
And neither would I choose to be a puke
Who cares not what be does in company,
And when he can't do anything, falls back
On words, and tries his worst to make words speak
Louder than actions, and sometimes achieves it.
It seems a narrow choice the age insists on
8ow about being a good Greek, for instance)
That course, they tell me, isn't offered this year.
"Come, but this isn't choosing—pu...Read More

by Yeats, William Butler
...rt would break to learn my thoughts are far away.'

'Speak all your mind,' my Heart sang out, 'speak all your mind; who cares,
Now that your tongue cannot persuade the child till she mistake
Her childish gratitude for love and match your fifty years?
O let her choose a young man now and all for his wild sake.'...Read More

by Hugo, Victor more! we took it fair, 
 And kissed the gov'nor's "rib," 
 And made the King of Spain our take, 
 Believe or not, who cares? 
 I tell ye that he begged till black 
 I' the face to have his shares. 
 We're rovers of the restless main, 
 But we've some conscience, mark! 
 And we know what it is to reign, 
 And finally did heark— 
 Aye, masters of the narrow Neck, 
 We hearkened to our heart, 
 And gave him freedom on our deck, 
 His town, and gold—in part. 
...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...ways say is true.
I’ll have to turn the leaf if no one else will.
It won’t lie down. Then let it stand. Who cares?”

“I shouldn’t want to hurry you, Meserve,
But if you’re going— Say you’ll stay, you know?
But let me raise this curtain on a scene,
And show you how it’s piling up against you.
You see the snow-white through the white of frost?
Ask Helen how far up the sash it’s climbed
Since last we read the gage.”

“It looks as if
Some pallid thing had ...Read More

by Shakespeare, William
...ll toward the best.
Ah! what to us the barren after years
May bring of joy or sorrow, who can tell?
O, knowing not, who cares? It may be well
That we shall find old pleasures and old fears,
And our remembered childhood seen thro' tears,
The best of Heaven and the worst of Hell....Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...rt that broke,
falling down the front hall stairs.
It was also a message I never spoke,
calling, riser after riser, who cares

about you, who cares, splintering up
the hip that was merely made of crystal,
the post of it and also the cup.
I exploded in the hallway like a pistol.

So I fell apart. So I came all undone.
Yes. I was like a box of dog bones.
But now they've wrapped me in like a nun.
Burst like firecrackers! Held like stones!

What a ...Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...ology, eight pounds for eleven

Nameless poets Pascale Petit and Mimi Kahlvati carefully selected

From, well honestly! Who cares? God only knows how banal they’re

Bound to be. Budding Roddy Lumsdens, (Has anyone read a Roddy


Poem?) “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” his first collection short-listed here and

 there -

The sheer hype’s enough to put me off for life.

I still write at bus-stops and avoid competitions like the plague.

I’m not lucky that way, I’ve s...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...reatest king that e'er earth bore, 
 Sennacherib? No matter—he's no more! 
 What were the words Sardanapalus said? 
 Who cares to hear—that ruler long is dead. 
 The Soudan, turning pale, stared at the TEN aghast. 
 "Before to-morrow's night," he said, "in dust to rest, 
 These walls with croaking images shall be downcast; 
 I will not have fiends speak when angels are addressed." 
 But while Zim at the Sphinxes clenched his hand and shook, 
 The cup in which it s...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...el the fire at his neck and see how casually 
he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling 
into that hot eye. Who cares that feel back to the sea? 
See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down 
while his sensible daddy goes straight into town....Read More

by Hikmet, Nazim
...od there without a motion. 
Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion 
leaning against the white wall. 
Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll 
Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now. 
The soil, the sun and me... 
I feel joyful and how....Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...the years will go, 
And many a song be sung, we know,” 
Said Oliver; “and if there be 
Good harvesting for you and me, 
Who cares if we sing loud or low?” 

They planted once, and twice, and thrice, 
Like amateurs in paradise; 
And every spring, fond, foiled, elate, 
Said Oakes, “We are in tune with Fate: 
One season longer will suffice.”

Year after year ’twas all the same: 
With none to envy, none to blame, 
They lived along in innocence, 
Nor ever once forgot the fence...Read More

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