Poems begining by F
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Five Visions of Captain Cook
© Kenneth Slessor
Two chronometers the captain had,
One by Arnold that ran like mad,
One by Kendal in a walnut case,
Poor devoted creature with a hangdog face.
First Love
© Stanley Kunitz
At his incipient sun
The ice of twenty winters broke,
Crackling, in her eyes.
Feasts Of Hunger
© Arthur Rimbaud
If I have any taste, it s for hardly anything
but earth and stones.
Dinn! Dinn! Dinn! Dinn!
Flight
© Boris Pasternak
Yesterday my wife held me here
as I thrashed and moaned, her hand
in my foaming mouth, and my son
saw what he was warned he might.
Failure
© George Essex Evans
THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,
And the breath of the mountains went with him;
Fragment 8: Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.
from In Lovely Blue
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Like the stamen inside a flower
The steeple stands in lovely blue
And the day unfolds around its needle;
Futility in Key West
© Mark Strand
I was stretched out on the couch, about to doze off, when I imagined a small figure asleep on a couch identical to mine
Failures in Infinitives
© Bernadette Mayer
why am i doing this? Failure
to keep my work in order so as
For That He Looked Not upon Her
© George Gascoigne
You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low,
Faringdon Hill. Book II
© Henry James Pye
The sultry hours are past, and Phbus now
Spreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:
From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay
© James Whitcomb Riley
A troth, and a grief, and a blessing,
Disguised them and came this way--,
And one was a promise, and one was a doubt,
And one was a rainy day.
Fragments - Lines 0183 - 0192
© Theognis of Megara
Among rams and asses and horses, Kyrnos, we look for those
Of noble breeding, and a man wants them to mate
from "A Sigh For Old Times"
© William Taylor Collins
There's not a spot around old Strabane but memory treasures still
From Milltown wide to Crogan's side but has my right good will
And all my comrades kind and true I loved in life's young day
Who roamed with me in reckles glee by many abank and brae.
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Scene I
"Discontent"
LAURENCE RABY.
Fifty-Fifty
© Franklin Pierce Adams
For something like eleven summers
I've written things that aimed to teach
Our careless mealy-mouthéd mummers
To be more sedulous of speech.
For Him I Sing
© Walt Whitman
FOR him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past
With time and space I him dilate-and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
