Symbol (Robert Francis Poems)
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of ...
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
"MARY. THE THREE SHEPHERDS. JOSEPH. THE THREE KINGS. The Scene represents the Stable in 'Bethlehem. MARY has awakened, and is ...
"He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In ...
We are as mendicants who waitAlong the roadside in the sun.Tatters of yesterday and shredsOf morrow clothe us every one.And ...
In the morning's light advancing, Forward bounds a gallant steed,Deck'd with Beauty's goodly housing, Shod with Youth, Health, ...
Through all the wind-blown aisles of May,Faint bells of perfume swing and fall.Within this apple-petalled wall(A gray east, flecked with ...
The stars are all watching;God's angel is catchingAt thy skirts in the darkness deep!Gold hinges grating,The mighty dead waiting,Why dost ...
'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;Of each that to the world's sad OlivetComes with no multitude, but alone by ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Oh for a bill to steel the heart of the poet, or his neighbor at least A law to protect ...
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned. Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone. The ...
The man with his lion under the shed of wars sheds his belief as if he shed tears. The sound ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
Leeds this silent solemn Sunday Tempest Road is clear of all But wistful birds, parked cars And vagrant trees. The ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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