Poems begining by F
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from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza LXXXIII
© Gertrude Stein
Why am I if I am uncertain reasons may inclose.
Remain remain propose repose chose.
Fast Break
© Edward Hirsch
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984
A hook shot kisses the rim and
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t drop,
Farewell to Poetry
© Théophile Gautier
Come, fallen angel, and your pink wings close;
Doff your white robe, your rays that gild the skies;
For a Statue of AEsculapius
© Theocritus
Far as Miletus travelled Paean's son;
There to be guest of Nicias, guest of one
Who heals all sickness; and who still reveres
Him, for his sake this cedarn image rears.
The sculptor's hand right well did Nicias fill;
And here the sculptor lavished all his skill.
Fatigue
© Hilaire Belloc
I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme.
But Money gives me pleasure all the time.
First turn to me. . . .
© Bernadette Mayer
First turn to me after a shower,
you come inside me sideways as always
Fog
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Magically awakened to a strange, brown night
The streets lie cold. A hush of heavy gloom
Dulls the noise of the wheels to a murmur dead:
Near and sudden the passing figures loom;
From Generation To Generation
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---
Between the love whose name is loss unending
And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,---
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
From the Towers
© Heather McHugh
spare us all your meaningful designs. Shine down or
shower forth, but (for the earthling's sake) ignore
all prayers followed by against, or for. Teach us to bear
Flower Of Aloe
© Edith Nesbit
HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear?
There is no music now the world is old;
The songs have all been sung, the tales all told
Broken the vows are all this many a year.
Fulfilment
© Margaret Widdemer
CROSSING through Heaven's doors,
If Heaven may be for me,
I shall not seek gold floors
Nor jasper wall nor sea;
Freedom's Plow
© Langston Hughes
First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July
© Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.
Friendships Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia
© Katherine Philips
Come, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world lets prove
Theres a Religion in our Love.
From The Spanish Cancioneros
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
II.
Some day, some day
O troubled breast,
Shalt thou find rest.
Fragment: Satan Broken Loose
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
A golden-winged Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgement-seat:
His looks were wild, and Devils' blood
Stained his dainty hands and feet.
Four Poems for Robin
© Gary Snyder
December at Yase
You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
“Again someday, maybe ten years.”
