Quiz: Famous Poems


Test your knowledge by naming the authors of these famous poems, then explore more poetry resources from the library!

so much depends/ upon/ a red wheel/ barrow/ glazed with rain/ water/ beside the white/ chickens
You do not do, you do not do/ Any more, black shoe/ In which I have lived like a foot/ For thirty years, poor and white,/ Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow./ I feel my fate in what I cannot fear./ I learn by going where I have to go.
It's in the reach of my arms/ The span of my hips,/ The stride of my step,/ The curl of my lips./ I'm a woman/ Phenomenally./ Phenomenal woman,/ That's me.
Razors pain you;/ Rivers are damp;/ Acids stain you;/ And drugs cause cramp./ Guns aren’t lawful;/ Nooses give;/ Gas smells awful;/ You might as well live.
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing./ America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956./ I can’t stand my own mind./ America when will we end the human war?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height/ My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight/ For the ends of being and ideal grace.
“I cannot go to school today,"/ Said little Peggy Ann McKay./ “I have the measles and the mumps,/ A gash, a rash and purple bumps./ My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,/ I’m going blind in my right eye.
We real cool. We/ Left school. We/ Lurk late. We/ Strike straight. We/ Sing sin. We/ Thin gin. We/ Jazz June. We/ Die soon.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting/ On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;/ And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,/ And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;/ And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor/ Shall be lifted - nevermore!
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her./ Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because I could not stop for Death –/ He kindly stopped for me –/ The Carriage held but just Ourselves –/ And Immortality.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?/ Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
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