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Famous Woollen Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended lying, 
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket,
Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all. 

Curious, I halt, and silent stand; 
Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest, the first, just lift the blanket: 
Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-grey’d hair, and flesh all
 sunken
 about
 the eyes? 
Who are you, my dear comrade?

Then to the second I ste...Read more of this...



by Service, Robert William
...ughter thinks. because I'm old
(I'm not a crock, when all is said),
I mustn't let my feet get cold,
And should wear woollen socks in bed;
A worsted night-cap too, forsooth!
To humour her I won't contrive:
A man is in his second youth
When he is
 Seventy-and-five.

At four-score years old age begins,
And not till then, I warn my wife;
At eighty I'll recant my sins,
And live a staid and sober life.
But meantime let me whoop it up,
And tell the world that I'm alive:
...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...ff his forehead, while
He on the running water gazed with strange and secret smile.

And soon the shepherd in rough woollen cloak
With his long crook undid the wattled cotes,
And from the stack a thin blue wreath of smoke
Curled through the air across the ripening oats,
And on the hill the yellow house-dog bayed
As through the crisp and rustling fern the heavy cattle strayed.

And when the light-foot mower went afield
Across the meadows laced with threaded dew,
And th...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...its curtains of white, and its clothes-press
Ample and high, on whose spacious shelves were carefully folded
Linen and woollen stuffs, by the hand of Evangeline woven.
This was the precious dower she would bring to her husband in marriage,
Better than flocks and herds, being proofs of her skill as a housewife.
Soon she extinguished her lamp, for the mellow and radiant moonlight
Streamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till the heart of the maiden
Swelled a...Read more of this...

by Verhaeren, Emile
...fragile rings of coral round.
Held, ranged in couples, sprays of faithful roses.
Sealed with a clasp, with threads of woollen bound.


A shimmering air the golden calm was weaving,
All filigree'd with dawn, that like a braid
Surmounted her pure brow, which still was hidden
Half in the shade.


Woven of linen were her veil and sandals.
But, twined 'mid boughs of foliage, on their hem
The theologic Virtues Three were painted;
Hearts set about with gold encompassed...Read more of this...



by Gregory, Rg
...i like the silence of reading
flat on my stomach on the woollen floor
my legs waving upwards like the fronds of ferns
and in my mind
gigantic screaming monsters
or the mystery ship
scuttling crablike to the shore

i am lost to the spell of words
the enchantment of sea in the silent shell
i hear nothing apart from that racing world
alive in this room through my staring eyes
and the hush of my stifled breath
i miss...Read more of this...

by Arnold, Matthew
...o said he, and dropp'd Sohrab's hand, and left
His bed, and the warm rugs whereon he lay;
And o'er his chilly limbs his woollen coat
He pass'd, and tied his sandals on his feet,
And threw a white cloak round him, and he took
In his right hand a ruler's staff, no sword;
And on his head he set his sheep-skin cap,
Black, glossy, curl'd, the fleece of Kara-Kul;
And raised the curtain of his tent, and call'd
His herald to his side, and went abroad. 

The sun by this had risen,...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...br>
"Nothing." It came from well along the road.
She reached a hand to Joel for support:
The smell of scorching woollen made her faint.
"What are you doing round this house at night?"
"Nothing." A pause: there seemed no more to say.
And then the voice again: "You seem afraid.
I saw by the way you whipped up the horse.
I'll just come forward in the lantern light
And let you see."
"Yes, do.--Joel, go back!"
She stood her ground against the no...Read more of this...

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...e 
Stared from the woeful head that seemed a mask 
Of mortal pain in Hell's unholy shine. 

No thorny crown, only a woollen cap 
He wore--an English soldier, white and strong, 
Who loved his time like any simple chap, 
Good days of work and sport and homely song; 
Now he has learned that nights are very long, 
And dawn a watching of the windowed sky. 
But to the end, unjudging, he'll endure 
Horror and pain, not uncontent to die 

That Lancaster on Lune may stand secu...Read more of this...

by Murray, Les
...andah
when dark cattle rubbed at the corner 
and sometimes dim towering rain stood
for forest, and the dry cave hunched woollen.

Inside the forest was lamplit
along tracks to a starry creek bed
and beyond lay the never-fenced country,
its full billabongs all surrounded

by animals and birds, in loud crustings,
and sometimes kept leaping up amongst them.
And out there, to kindle whenever
dark found it, hung the daylight moon....Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
..., and always 
Saving light and coal.
Oh, that house was bitter
As winter closed in,
In spite of heavy stockings
And woollen next the skin.
I was cold and wretched,
And never unaware
Of John more cold and wretched
In a trench out there.

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All that long winter I wanted so much to complain, 
But my mother-in-Iaw, as far as I could see,
Felt no such impulse, though she was always in pain, 
An, as the winter fogs grew thick,
Took to walking with a stick,
Heavily.<...Read more of this...

by Scannell, Vernon
...t down to the larder 
Where the mouse-trap again had caught a 
Piece of stale gorgonzola. 

His wife wore her large woollen feet. 
She said that he was late 
And asked what he wanted to eat, 

But said nothing about the murder--- 
And who, after all, could have told her? 
He said that he fancied a kipper....Read more of this...

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