Poems begining by F
/ page 52 of 107 /Forever and a Day
© Samuel Menashe
No more than that
Dead cat shall I
Escape the corpse
I kept in shape
For the day off
Immortals take
Father and Son
© Delmore Schwartz
FRANZ KAFKA
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——
from Figs and Thistles: First Fig
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
from Totem Poem [Abandoned in a field near Yass]
© Luke Davies
Abandoned in a field near Yass a cobwebbed car once kept us warm
and when it rained, though we shivered with sickness,
from Maud: O that 'twere possible
© Alfred Tennyson
O that twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...
from The Prelude: Book 1: Childhood and School-time
© André Breton
Not uselessly employ'd,
I might pursue this theme through every change
Of exercise and play, to which the year
Did summon us in its delightful round.
from An Explanation of America: A Love of Death
© Robert Pinsky
The child’s heart lightens, tending like a bubble
Towards the currents of the grass and sky,
The pure potential of the clear blank spaces.
Fruit-gathering LV
© Anselm Hollo
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.
Fate
© Carolyn Wells
Two shall be born the whole world wide apart,
And speak in different tongues, and pay their debts
For I Will Consider Your Dog Molly
© David Lehman
For it was the first day of Rosh Ha'shanah, New Year's Day, day of remembrance, of ancient sacrifices and averted calamities.
For I started the day by eating an apple dipped in honey, as ritual required.
Fragment 4: As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
Forgetfulness
© Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,