Robert Francis
Silent Poem by Robert Francis

Silent Poem by Robert Francis

backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunkunderbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpilesawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep backdoor flagstone bulkhead ...

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Symbol by Robert Francis

Symbol by Robert Francis

The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.None are left ...

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Squash In Blossom by Robert Francis

Squash In Blossom by Robert Francis

How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is.If ever hearts (and these immoderate leavesAre vegetable hearts) were worn on sleeves,The squash's are. In green the squash vine ...

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Sheep by Robert Francis

Sheep by Robert Francis

From where I stand the sheep stand stillAs stones against the stony hill.The stones are grayAnd so are they.And both are weatherworn and round,Leading the eye back to the ...

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Waxwings by Robert Francis

Waxwings by Robert Francis

Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwingschat on a February berry bushin sun, and I am one.Such merriment and such sobriety--the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--was this not ...

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Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears by Robert Francis

Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears by Robert Francis

The first speaker saidFear fire. Fear furnacesIncinerators, the city dumpThe faint scratch of a match. The second speaker saidFear water. Fear drenching rainDrizzle, oceans, ...

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Glass by Robert Francis

Glass by Robert Francis

Words of a poem should be glassBut glass so simple-subtle its shapeIs nothing but the shape of what it holds.A glass spun for itself is empty,Brittle, at best Venetian ...

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Blue Winter by Robert Francis

Blue Winter by Robert Francis

Winter uses all the blues there are.One shade of blue for water, one for ice,Another blue for shadows over snow.The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-Both different blues. And ...

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Catch by Robert Francis

Catch by Robert Francis

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,High, make him ...

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The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

Bull by dayAnd dozes by night.Would that the bulldozerDozed all the timeWould that the bulldozerWould rust in peace.His watchwordLet not a witch liveHis battle cryBetter dead than ...

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Summons by Robert Francis

Summons by Robert Francis

Keep me from going to sleep too soonOr if I go to sleep too soonCome wake me up. Come any hourOf night. Come whistling up the road.Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.Make me get ...

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Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

A seated statue of himself he seems.A bronze slowness becomes him. PatentlyThe page he contemplates he doesn't see. The lesson, the long lesson, has been summer.His mind holds ...

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The Base Stealer by Robert Francis

The Base Stealer by Robert Francis

Poised between going on and back, pulledBoth ways taut like a tightrope-walker,Fingertips pointing the opposites,Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ballOr a kid skipping rope, ...

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Thoreau In Italy by Robert Francis

Thoreau In Italy by Robert Francis

Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons.He thought of Virgil, Virgil who wasn't there to chat with.History he ...

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New England Mind by Robert Francis

New England Mind by Robert Francis

My mind matches this understand land.Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,Indoors the constant fire, the careful thriftAre facts that I accept and understand.I have ...

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Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.So fair unfair a world. Had we the witTo use the surplus for ...

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Return by Robert Francis

Return by Robert Francis

This little house sows the degreesBy which wood can return to trees.Weather has stained the shingles darkAnd indistinguishable from bark.Lichen that long ago adjournedIts lodging ...

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Hallelujah: A Sestina by Robert Francis

Hallelujah: A Sestina by Robert Francis

A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.I wonder they never gave it to a boy(Hal for short) boy with wind-wild hair.It means Praise God, as well it should since praiseIs what God's ...

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Part for the Whole by Robert Francis

Part for the Whole by Robert Francis

When others run to windows or out of doorsTo catch the sunset whole, he is contentWith any segment anywhere he sits.From segment, fragment, he can reconstructThe whole, prefers to ...

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Encounter by Robert Francis

Encounter by Robert Francis

Those who have touched it or been touched by itOr brushed by something that the vine has brushed,Or burning it, have stood where the sly smokeHas touched them-Know the meaning of ...

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In Memoriam: Four Poets by Robert Francis

In Memoriam: Four Poets by Robert Francis

1Searock his tower above the sea,Searock he built, not ivory.Searock as well his haunted artWho gave to plunging hawks his hearts.2He loved to stand upon his headTo demonstrate he ...

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On A Theme By Frost by Robert Francis

On A Theme By Frost by Robert Francis

Amherst never had a witchO Coos or of GraftonBut once upon a timeThere were three old women.One wore a small beardAnd carried a big umbrella.One stood in the middleOf the road ...

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Silent Poem by Robert Francis

Silent Poem by Robert Francis

backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunkunderbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpilesawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep backdoor flagstone bulkhead ...

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Summons by Robert Francis

Summons by Robert Francis

Keep me from going to sleep too soonOr if I go to sleep too soonCome wake me up. Come any hourOf night. Come whistling up the road.Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.Make me get ...

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Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

A seated statue of himself he seems.A bronze slowness becomes him. PatentlyThe page he contemplates he doesn't see. The lesson, the long lesson, has been summer.His mind holds ...

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Symbol by Robert Francis

Symbol by Robert Francis

The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.None are left ...

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Blue Winter by Robert Francis

Blue Winter by Robert Francis

Winter uses all the blues there are.One shade of blue for water, one for ice,Another blue for shadows over snow.The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-Both different blues. And ...

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Catch by Robert Francis

Catch by Robert Francis

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,High, make him ...

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The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

Bull by dayAnd dozes by night.Would that the bulldozerDozed all the timeWould that the bulldozerWould rust in peace.His watchwordLet not a witch liveHis battle cryBetter dead than ...

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Squash In Blossom by Robert Francis

Squash In Blossom by Robert Francis

How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is.If ever hearts (and these immoderate leavesAre vegetable hearts) were worn on sleeves,The squash's are. In green the squash vine ...

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Sheep by Robert Francis

Sheep by Robert Francis

From where I stand the sheep stand stillAs stones against the stony hill.The stones are grayAnd so are they.And both are weatherworn and round,Leading the eye back to the ...

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Waxwings by Robert Francis

Waxwings by Robert Francis

Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwingschat on a February berry bushin sun, and I am one.Such merriment and such sobriety--the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--was this not ...

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Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears by Robert Francis

Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears by Robert Francis

The first speaker saidFear fire. Fear furnacesIncinerators, the city dumpThe faint scratch of a match. The second speaker saidFear water. Fear drenching rainDrizzle, oceans, ...

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Glass by Robert Francis

Glass by Robert Francis

Words of a poem should be glassBut glass so simple-subtle its shapeIs nothing but the shape of what it holds.A glass spun for itself is empty,Brittle, at best Venetian ...

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New England Mind by Robert Francis

New England Mind by Robert Francis

My mind matches this understand land.Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,Indoors the constant fire, the careful thriftAre facts that I accept and understand.I have ...

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Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.So fair unfair a world. Had we the witTo use the surplus for ...

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Return by Robert Francis

Return by Robert Francis

This little house sows the degreesBy which wood can return to trees.Weather has stained the shingles darkAnd indistinguishable from bark.Lichen that long ago adjournedIts lodging ...

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Hallelujah: A Sestina by Robert Francis

Hallelujah: A Sestina by Robert Francis

A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.I wonder they never gave it to a boy(Hal for short) boy with wind-wild hair.It means Praise God, as well it should since praiseIs what God's ...

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In Memoriam: Four Poets by Robert Francis

In Memoriam: Four Poets by Robert Francis

1Searock his tower above the sea,Searock he built, not ivory.Searock as well his haunted artWho gave to plunging hawks his hearts.2He loved to stand upon his headTo demonstrate he ...

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On A Theme By Frost by Robert Francis

On A Theme By Frost by Robert Francis

Amherst never had a witchO Coos or of GraftonBut once upon a timeThere were three old women.One wore a small beardAnd carried a big umbrella.One stood in the middleOf the road ...

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The Base Stealer by Robert Francis

The Base Stealer by Robert Francis

Poised between going on and back, pulledBoth ways taut like a tightrope-walker,Fingertips pointing the opposites,Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ballOr a kid skipping rope, ...

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Thoreau In Italy by Robert Francis

Thoreau In Italy by Robert Francis

Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons.He thought of Virgil, Virgil who wasn't there to chat with.History he ...

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Part for the Whole by Robert Francis

Part for the Whole by Robert Francis

When others run to windows or out of doorsTo catch the sunset whole, he is contentWith any segment anywhere he sits.From segment, fragment, he can reconstructThe whole, prefers to ...

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Encounter by Robert Francis

Encounter by Robert Francis

Those who have touched it or been touched by itOr brushed by something that the vine has brushed,Or burning it, have stood where the sly smokeHas touched them-Know the meaning of ...

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Silent Poem by Robert Francis

Silent Poem by Robert Francis

backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunkunderbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpilesawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep backdoor flagstone bulkhead ...

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Summons by Robert Francis

Summons by Robert Francis

Keep me from going to sleep too soonOr if I go to sleep too soonCome wake me up. Come any hourOf night. Come whistling up the road.Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.Make me get ...

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Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

Farm Boy After Summer by Robert Francis

A seated statue of himself he seems.A bronze slowness becomes him. PatentlyThe page he contemplates he doesn't see. The lesson, the long lesson, has been summer.His mind holds ...

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Symbol by Robert Francis

Symbol by Robert Francis

The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.None are left ...

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Catch by Robert Francis

Catch by Robert Francis

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,High, make him ...

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The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

The Bulldozer by Robert Francis

Bull by dayAnd dozes by night.Would that the bulldozerDozed all the timeWould that the bulldozerWould rust in peace.His watchwordLet not a witch liveHis battle cryBetter dead than ...

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