Poems In Unrhymed Cadence (F S Flint Poems)
I London, my beautiful, It is not the sunset Nor the pale green sky Shimmering through the curtain Of the ...
F S Flint Poems (9 Poems)
Lament (F S Flint Poems)
The young men of the world Are condemned to death. They have been called up to die For the crime ...
Malady (F S Flint Poems)
I MOVE: perhaps I have wakened; this is a bed; this is a room; and there is light . . ...
Trees (F S Flint Poems)
ELM trees and the leaf the boy in me hated long ago -- rough and sandy. Poplars and their leaves, ...
Soldiers (F S Flint Poems)
Brother.I saw you on a muddy roadin France pass by with your battalion,rifle at the slope, full marching order,arm swinging;and ...
Accident (F S Flint Poems)
DEAR one! you sit there in the corner of the carriage; and you do not know me; and your eyes ...
Houses (F S Flint Poems)
EVENING and quiet: a bird trills in the poplar trees behind the house with the dark green door across the ...
Lunch (F S Flint Poems)
FRAIL beauty, green, gold and incandescent whiteness, narcissi, daffodils, you have brought me Spring and longing, wistfulness, in your irradiance. ...
Eau-Forte (F S Flint Poems)
ON black bare trees a stale cream moon hangs dead, and sours the unborn buds. Two gaunt old hacks, knees ...