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The term "Sandburg broken fingers" has been searched for 64 times before on Poetry Connection. The first time was on November 16th, 2004.
2. Leda And The Swan - written by William Butler Yeats
From The Tower.
Published in 1923.
Read 5108 times on Poetry Connection.
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory... (Read full poem)
3. Camouflage - written by Andrew Barton Paterson
Read 1467 times on Poetry Connection.
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds
The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds,
"I've got a letter here," he said, "that no one's understood,
Addressed as follows: 'To the bird that's like a... (Read full poem)
4. Poem: Fabien Dei Franchi - written by Oscar Wilde
From Poems.
Published in 1881.
Read 1003 times on Poetry Connection.
Poem: Fabien Dei Franchi
(To my Friend Henry Irving)
The silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders... (Read full poem)
5. Troth with the Dead - written by D.H. Lawrence
Read 827 times on Poetry Connection.
The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon
Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky;
The other half of the broken coin of troth
Is buried away in the dark, where the still dead lie.
They buried her half in the grave when they laid... (Read full poem)
6. Everybody Knows - written by Leonard Cohen
Read 2493 times on Poetry Connection.
(co-written by Sharon Robinson)
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor,... (Read full poem)
7. In Broken Images - written by Robert Graves
Read 1741 times on Poetry Connection.
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I... (Read full poem)
8. The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner - written by William Butler Yeats
From The Rose.
Published in 1893.
Read 2257 times on Poetry Connection.
Although I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,
Ere Time transfigured me.
Though lads are making pikes again
For some conspiracy,
And crazy rascals rage their... (Read full poem)
9. On A Political Prisoner - written by William Butler Yeats
From Michael Robartes and the Dancer.
Published in 1921.
Read 1517 times on Poetry Connection.
She that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And there endured her fingers' touch
And from her fingers ate its bit.
Did she in touching that lone... (Read full poem)
10. 250. Song—She’s Fair and Fause - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14..
Published in 1789.
Read 877 times on Poetry Connection.
SHE’S fair and fause that causes my smart,
I lo’ed her meikle and lang;
She’s broken her vow, she’s broken my heart,
And I may e’en gae hang.
A coof cam in wi’ routh o’ gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear;
But... (Read full poem)
11. Fall In, My Men, Fall In - written by Henry Lawson
Read 485 times on Poetry Connection.
The short hour's halt is ended,
The red gone from the west,
The broken wheel is mended,
And the dead men laid to rest.
Three days have we retreated
The brave old Curse-and-Grin –
Outnumbered and defeated –
Fall in, my men, fall in.... (Read full poem)
12. The Old Song - written by G.K. Chesterton
Read 604 times on Poetry Connection.
A livid sky on London
And like the iron steeds that rear
A shock of engines halted
And I knew the end was near:
And something said that far away, over the hills and far away
There came a crawling thunder and the end of all things here.
For... (Read full poem)
13. A Clasp Of Hands - written by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Read 498 times on Poetry Connection.
SOFT, small, and sweet as sunniest flowers
That bask in heavenly heat
When bud by bud breaks, breathes, and cowers,
Soft, small, and sweet.
A babe's hands open as to greet
The tender touch of ours
And mock with motion faint and fleet
The... (Read full poem)
15. Far Within Us #6 - written by Vasko Popa
From Bark.
Published in 1953.
Read 493 times on Poetry Connection.
From the wrinkle between my brows
You watch till day breaks
On my face
The waxen night
Is beginning to singe
The fingers of dawn
Black bricks
Have already tiled
The whole dome of the sky(Read full poem)
16. A Better Ressurection - written by Christina Rossetti
Read 1535 times on Poetry Connection.
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling... (Read full poem)
17. A Poem About George Doty In The Death House - written by James Wright
Read 2027 times on Poetry Connection.
Lured by the wall, and drawn
To stare below the roof,
Where pigeons nest aloof
From prowling cats and men,
I count the sash and bar
Secured to granite stone,
And note the daylight gone,
Supper and silence near.
Close to the wall inside,
Immured,... (Read full poem)
18. Parting - written by Bertolt Brecht
Read 1359 times on Poetry Connection.
We embrace.
Rich cloth under my fingers
While yours touch poor fabric.
A quick embrace
You were invited for dinner
While the minions of law are after me.
We talk about the weather and our
Lasting friendship. Anything else
Would be too bitter.(Read full poem)
19. When We Two Parted - written by Lord Byron
Read 7717 times on Poetry Connection.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the... (Read full poem)
20. The Broken Heart - written by John Donne
Read 3385 times on Poetry Connection.
He is stark mad, who ever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should... (Read full poem)
21. Septuagesima - written by John Burnside
Read 539 times on Poetry Connection.
I dream of the silence
the day before Adam came
to name the animals,
The gold skins newly dropped
from God's bright fingers, still
implicit with the light.
A day like this, perhaps:
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,
as we are... (Read full poem)
22. Who Ever Felt as I? - written by Walter Savage Landor
Read 410 times on Poetry Connection.
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I?
No longer could I doubt him true;
All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore... (Read full poem)
23. Myfanwy - written by John Betjeman
Read 3171 times on Poetry Connection.
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry?
Were you a hockey... (Read full poem)
24. The Piano (Notebook Version) - written by D.H. Lawrence
Read 2157 times on Poetry Connection.
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black
Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back
That stood close to the wall, and the front's faded silk, both torn
And the keys with little hollows, that my mother's fingers had... (Read full poem)
25. A Meditation In Time Of War - written by William Butler Yeats
From Michael Robartes and the Dancer.
Published in 1921.
Read 1885 times on Poetry Connection.
For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate phantasy.(Read full poem)
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