Poems begining by F
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From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In France (to baffle thieves and murderers)
A journey takes two days of passport work
"Formerly A Slave"
© Herman Melville
The sufferance of her race is shown,
And retrospect of life,
Which now too late deliverance dawns upon;
Yet is she not at strife.
Footsteps in the Street
© Robert Fuller Murray
Oh, will the footsteps never be done?
The insolent feet
Thronging the street,
Forsaken now of the only one.
Faint Fall the Gentle Voice of Prayer
© Henry Timrod
Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer,
In the wild sounds that fill the air,
Yet, Lord, we know that voice is heard,
Not less than if Thy throne it stirred.
For a Tripod Erected by Damoteles to Bacchus
© Theocritus
The precentor Damoteles, Bacchus, exalts
Your tripod, and, sweetest of deities, you.
He was champion of men, if his boyhood had faults;
And he ever loved honour and seemliness too.
First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels
© Allen Ginsberg
Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
Fair Annie
© Andrew Lang
"It's narrow, narrow, make your bed,
And learn to lie your lane:
For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi you I neer got nane.
Fish And Shadow
© Ezra Pound
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.
Forgiveness
© Alfred Austin
Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead
And with fresh days let all begin anew.
Floating
© Kenneth Rexroth
Our canoe idles in the idling current
Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed
Fairyland
© Anne Glenny Wilson
Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?
For Sale
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
Im really not kidding,
Fear
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I HEARD a sound of crying in the lane,
A passionless, low crying,
And I said, "It is the tears of the brown rain
On the leaves within the lane!"
From 'The Hills Of Life'
© Albert Durrant Watson
ERE yet the dawn
Pushed rosy fingers up the arch of day
And smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,
Love sat and patterns wove at life's great loom.
Fort Wagner
© William Gilmore Simms
I.Glory unto the gallant boys who stood
At Wagner, and, unflinching, sought the van;
First Grade by Ron Koertge : American Life in Poetry #230 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
It’s been sixty-odd years since I was in the elementary grades, but I clearly remember those first school days in early autumn, when summer was suddenly over and we were all perched in our little desks facing into the future. Here Ron Koertge of California gives us a glimpse of a day like that.
First Grade
Fairy Singing
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE was my love and the pulse of my heart;
Lovely she was as the flowers that start
Straight to the sun from the earth's tender breast,
Sweet as the wind blowing out of the west--
Elana, Elana, my strong one, my white one,
Soft be the wind blowing over your rest!
Fame
© Edgar Albert Guest
FAME is a fickle jade at best,
And he who seeks to win her smile
Must trudge, disdaining play or rest,
O'er many a long and weary mile.
Family Reunion by Catherine Barnett: American Life in Poetry #67 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004
© Ted Kooser
One in a series of elegies by New York City poet Catherine Barnett, this poem describes the first gathering after death has shaken a family to its core. The father tries to help his grown daughter forget for a moment that, a year earlier, her own two daughters were killed, that she is now alone. He's heartsick, realizing that drinking can only momentarily ease her pain, a pain and love that takes hold of the entire family. The children who join her in the field are silent guardians.
Family Reunion
My father scolded us all for refusing his liquor.
He kept buying tequila, and steak for the grill,
until finally we joined him, making margaritas,
cutting the fat off the bone.
