Poems begining by F
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Fairy Land v
© William Shakespeare
FULL fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Fairy Land iv
© William Shakespeare
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
Fairy Land iii
© William Shakespeare
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
Fairy Land ii
© William Shakespeare
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
(filtered)
© Rg Gregory
a nearby field provides the plants
sometimes with a wild profusion
(organisation seems a long way off)
for the naming of tara december 4th 2005
© Rg Gregory
for the naming of tara
this bowl of joy
that her fruits of earth
shell well employ
from imperfect Eden
© Rg Gregory
(1)
and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant)
burly men packed in round solid tables
but what the helle (drowned in hellespont)
from the Ansty Experience
© Rg Gregory
(a)
they seek to celebrate the word
not to bring their knives out on a poem
dissecting it to find a heart
from Proverbs of Hell
© Rg Gregory
isnt that what things with the palsy
are supposed to do lovely lake
give the world the miracle it waits for
what a laugh that would be
from crossing the line
© Rg Gregory
there was a great man
so great he couldn't be criticised in the light
who died
and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears
and wept with great gossiping
"Forever you, the unwashed Russia!"
© Mikhail Lermontov
Forever you, the unwashed Russia!
The land of slaves, the land of lords:
And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,
And people who worship them as gods.
Friendships Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia
© Katherine Philips
Come, my Lucasia, since we see
That miracles Men's Faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry World let's prove
There's a Religion in our Love.
Forsaken
© Frances Anne Kemble
I stand where thou hast stood, and I retrace
Each look, each word, each gesture, and each tone,
from........Witches' Song
© Benjamin Jonson
The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a mountain,
For Osip Mandelstam
© Anna Akhmatova
And the town is frozen solid in a vice,
Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass.
Over crystal, on slippery tracks of ice,
the painted sleighs and I, together, pass.
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
(The Dry Salvagespresumably les trois sauvagesis a small
group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape Ann,
Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced to rhyme with assuages.
Groaner: a whistling buoy.)
Four Quartets 2: East Coker
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
IMidwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
