Poems by Robert Francis
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In Memoriam: Four Poets
... Who gave to plunging hawks his hearts ...
The Bulldozer
... His watchword Let not a witch liveHis battle cry ...
Squash in Blossom
... But let me be the fiber-disciplined treeWhose leaf (with something to say in wind) is small, ...
Thoreau in Italy
... musical enough but not enough to call musicSo he conversed with stones, imperial and papal ...
Waxwings
... and all together--for this I have abandoned ...
Eagle Plain
... When orators advertise the American eagle&rsquo ...
Part for the Whole
... To catch from window-glass, fragment of fragment, ...
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