Poems begining by F
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First Love
© Caroline Norton
YES, I know that you once were my lover,
But that sort of thing has an end,
And though love and its transports are over,
You know you can still be--my friend:
Full Orchestra
© Kenneth Slessor
MY words are the poor footmen of your pride,
Of what you cry, you trumpets, each to each
With mouths of air; my speech is the dog-speech
Of yours, the Roman tonguebut mine is tied
Frost
© Madison Julius Cawein
White artist he, who, breezeless nights,
From tingling stars jocosely whirls,
A harlequin in spangled tights,
His wand a pot of pounded pearls.
From The North
© Sara Teasdale
The northern woods are delicately sweet,
The lake is folded softly by the shore,
But I am restless for the subway's roar,
The thunder and the hurrying of feet.
From The Greek Of Moschus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle--k.t.l.
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
The azure sea, I love the land no more;
The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep
Fears Of Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Love grasps my heart in a net
Like the strong roots of a flower;
So surely his root is set
In my spirit, to hold me with power.
For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(In the Louvre)
SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be
Feud
© Madison Julius Cawein
A mile of lane,--hedged high with iron-weeds
And dying daisies,--white with sun, that leads
Downward into a wood; through which a stream
Steals like a shadow; over which is laid
A bridge of logs, worn deep by many a team,
Sunk in the tangled shade.
Far From My Heavenly Home
© Henry Francis Lyte
Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Fathers breast,
Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come
And speed me to my rest.
from The Twelve
© Alexander Blok
The lads have all gone to the wars
to serve in the Red Guard ~
to serve in the Red Guard ~
and risk their hot heads for the cause.
First Love
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
BY the pulse that beats in my throat
By my heart like a bird
I know who passed through the dusk
Though he spoke no word!
Far and Near
© George MacDonald
Blue sky above, blue sea below,
Far off, the old Nile's mouth,
'Twas a blue world, wherein did blow
A soft wind from the south.
Fafaia
© Rupert Brooke
Stars that seem so close and bright,
Watched by lovers through the night,
Swim in emptiness, men say,
Many a mile and year away.
Foma Bobrov And His Spouse
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I supposed to put that? Just when you want one, there's never a five around. Oh, I could do with a five! Now it'll be the five. Oh, sod it, another king!
She flings the cards on to the table with such force that a porcelain vase falls off the table and smashes.
Flying Leaves
© Frances Anne Kemble
Flying leaves the wild Spring scatters,
From the silver blossomed trees,
Female Transport
© Anonymous
Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me
While unto you I do unfold what proved my destiny
My mother died when I was young, it caused me to deplore
And I did get my way too soon upon my native shore
For a Present of Roses
© Robert Fuller Murray
Crimson and cream and white -
My room is a garden of roses!
Centre and left and right,
Three several splendid posies.
Forest
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
In that magic forest, towering trees
Unexpectedly come forward from the haze.
