Poems begining by F
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From The Devil's Law-case ("All the flowers of the spring")
© John Webster
All the flowers of the springMeet to perfume our burying;These have but their growing prime,And man does flourish but his time
FINIS. To the Superior Animal
© Waring Anna Letitia
To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's A fact the years decide;It is a common thing with cats And not a thing to hide.
Frederiksted, Dusk
© Derek Walcott
Sunset, the cheapest of all picture-shows,.....substantial light and insubstantial stone.
Femme et chat
© Paul Verlaine
Elle jouait avec sa chatte,Et c'était merveille de voirLa main blanche et la blanche patteS'ébattre dans l'ombre du soir.
Fruit-gathering XXXVI
© Rabindranath Tagore
UPAGUPTA, the disciple of Buddha, lay asleep on the dust by the city wall of Mathura
Fruit-gathering LV
© Rabindranath Tagore
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.
From Joachim du Bellay: Of a Winnower of Wheat to the Winds
© Arthur Symons
To you, light troop, I bring,(You, who with wandering wingOver the wide world pass,And, when your murmurings wake,So sweetly trouble and shakeThe shadow-shaken grass)
Femme Et Chatte
© Arthur Symons
They were at play, she and her cat,And it was marvelous to markThe white paw and the white hand patEach other in the deepening dark.
Farmer's Daughter
© Sullivan Rosemary
I spent the longest timetrying to find you,the vague woman in a houseroaring with a man's need.
From the Life
© Stallworthy Jon
"All this takes place on a hilly island in the Mediterranean," Picasso said
For My Son Noah Ten Years Old
© Robert Bly
Nigh and day arrive and day after day goes by
And what is old remains old and what is young remains young and grows old.
The lumber pile does not grow younger nor the two-by-fours lose their darkness
but the old tree goes on the barn stands without help so many years;
the advocate of darkness and night is not lost.
Four Girls at the Corner
© Souster Raymond
Waiting for a fixfour girls at the corner,three about eighteen,the fourth not morethan thirteen, I swear,Not one day more.
For Healing
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
Spread your long armsTo the salt stinging wave:Let its breathless envelopingCleanliness laveArms, breast, shoulders,Sinews and thighsFrom the yellow of love,Her immoderate eyes,The ache of her fingers,The whips of her hair,And the bruise where her mouthMoved here and there
Fall
© Shields Carol
This is the time of year when golden-agersare taken on buses to view the autumn foliageas though the sight and scent of yellowed treeswill stuff them with beautiful thoughtsand keep them from knowing --
as if there were still a trace of undamagedhunger -- for simple beauty, for colours,the sun falling frail on the fretwork of every leaf, the trumpeting surpriseof the earth turning, returning
Frog, The
© Hilaire Belloc
No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).
Flight into Reality
© Rowley Rosemarie
Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury
For Windows by L. D.
© Radford Dollie
Arising from her jewelled bower, Dawn steps from out the flaming sky,And in her hand are hopes that flower, And at her feet the hours that die.
