SWIMMING POEMS

I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis
I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
The people cluster on the bridge,
The crowd carpets the whole capital,
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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
River Roads
Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere.
Let 'em hawk their caw and caw.

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Carl Sandburg
Real Swimming
I saw him in the distance, as the train went speeding by,
A shivery little fellow standing in the sun to dry.
And a little pile of clothing very near him I could see:
He was owner of a gladness that had once belonged to me.
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Edgar Albert Guest
The Days When We Went Swimming
The breezes waved the silver grass,
Waist-high along the siding,
And to the creek we ne'er could pass
Three boys on bare-back riding;
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Henry Lawson
Dawn
Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.

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Yosa Buson
The Twelve Days Of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

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Anonymous
A Man Young And Old: III. The Mermaid
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
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William Butler Yeats
By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who are always shopping or inquiring about the times of trains, and now I can hardly speak or write English.



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Billy Collins
The Channel Swimmer
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure
Of a hero who tackled the sea,
A super-man swimming the ocean,
Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee.
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Marriott Edgar
Shadblow
Because the shad
are swimming
in our waters now,

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Linda Pastan
Metric Figure
There is a bird in the poplars!
It is the sun!
The leaves are little yellow fish
swimming in the river.
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William Carlos Williams
Laddies
Show me the boy who never threw
A stone at someone's cat,
Or never hurled a snowball swift
At someone's high silk hat รข??
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Edgar Albert Guest
About Boys
Show me the boy who never threw
A stone at someone's cat;
Or never hurled a snowball swift
At someone's high silk hat.
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Edgar Albert Guest
Laughing Blue Steel
TWO fishes swimming in the sea,
Two birds flying in the air,
Two chisels on an anvil-maybe.
Beaten, hammered, laughing blue steel to each other-maybe.
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Carl Sandburg
Baldovan
The scenery of Baldovan
Is most lovely to see,
Near by Dighty Water,
Not far from Dundee.
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William Topaz McGonagall
The Peasant Poet
He loved the brook's soft sound,
The swallow swimming by.
He loved the daisy-covered ground,
The cloud-bedappled sky.
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John Clare
The Birth Of The Water Baby
Little egg,
little nub,
full complement of
fingers, toes,
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Erica Jong
Polarities
SOMETIMES she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,
Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood;
Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon,
Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon.
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Kenneth Slessor
Xxxvii
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong divineness which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Casabianca
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite `The boy stood on
the burning deck.' Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
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Elizabeth Bishop

New Poems