Poems begining by F
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Flor Temprana
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
A Antonio Moreno y Oviedo.
Mujer que recogiste los primeros
frutos de mi pasión, ¡con qué alegría
como una santa esposa te vería
llegar a mis floridos jazmineros!
Fulfillment
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I GREW a rose once more to please mine eyes.
All things to aid it dew, sun, wind, fair skies
Flowers
© Thomas Hood
I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
Faithless Sally Brown
© Thomas Hood
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
A carpenter by trade;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
That was a lady's maid.
Faithless Nelly Gray
© Thomas Hood
Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms.
Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs
© Wallace Stevens
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
Fragment: Modern Love
© John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What Mary is when she a little smiles
I cannot even tell or call to mind,
It is a miracle so new, so rare.
From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Forgiveness
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
From Two Quatrains About A Pond, Poem II
© Bai Juyi
A little boy bamboo-poled a little boat,
sneaking back after stealing white lotus seeds,
but didn't know how to cover his tracks.
Floating duckweed shows his path.
Flowers in Winter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!
Forbidden Fruit
© Michael Lally
all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
from Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, lines 695-768
© Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno)
© Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
Farewell
© John Clare
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever;
Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed in by waters;
Farewell to the miller's brook and his three bonny daughters;
Farewell to them all while in prison I lie-
In the prison a thrall sees naught but the sky.
Fashions
© Alfred Noyes
Fashion on fashion on fashion,
(With only the truth growing old!)
And here's the new purple of passion,
(And love waiting out in the cold)
Who'll buy?
Farewell and Thanksgiving
© Mark van Doren
Whatever I have left unsaid
When I am dead
O'muse forgive me.
You were always there,
Flower of Youth
© Katharine Tynan
LEST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary,
God, who made boys for His delight,
Stoops in a day of grief and glory
And calls them in, in from the night.
When they come trooping from the war
Our skies have many a new gold star.
