Poems begining by F
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From This Height
© Tony Hoagland
Cold wind comes out of the white hills
and rubs itself against the walls of the condominium
with an esophogeal vowel sound,
and a loneliness creeps
into the conversation by the hot tub.
from To Alexis In Answer to His Poem Against Fruition
© Aphra Behn
Since man with that inconstancy was born,
To love the absent, and the present scorn
Why do we deck, why do we dress
For such short-lived happiness?
Why do we put attraction on,
Since either way tis we must be undone?
From the House of Yemanjá
© Elizabeth Daryush
All this has been
before
in my mother's bed
time has no sense
I have no brothers
and my sisters are cruel.
from The Task, Book IV: The Winter Evening
© William Cowper
(excerpt)
Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! o’er yonder bridge,
from The Rape of Lucrece
© William Shakespeare
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;
from Totem Poem [If every step taken is a step well-lived]
© Luke Davies
And if every step taken is a step well-lived but a foot
towards death, every pilgrimage a circle, every flight-path
from A Moral Alphabet
© Hilaire Belloc
MORAL
If you were born to walk the ground,
Remain there; do not fool around.
from The Seasons: Spring
© James Thomson
As rising from the vegetable World
My Theme ascends, with equal Wing ascend,
from The Lady of the Lake: The Western Waves of Ebbing Day
© Sir Walter Scott
The western waves of ebbing day
Rolled o’er the glen their level way;
fire
© Nick Flynn
face, I don’t remember his
name, one night
he’s walking home from a party, a car it
from The Seasons: Winter
© James Thomson
Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure,
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!
For a' That and a' That
© Robert Burns
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hings his head, an' a' that?
For My Wife
© Wesley McNair
How were we to know, leaving your two kids
behind in New Hampshire for our honeymoon
from Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax
© Andrew Marvell
Within this sober frame expect
Work of no foreign architect;
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza II
© Gertrude Stein
I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
I think very well of Ellen but which is not the same
