Robert Francis

(August 12, 1901 - July 13, 1987 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears - Poem by Robert Francis

The first speaker said
Fear fire. Fear furnaces
Incinerators, the city dump
The faint scratch of a match.

The second speaker said
Fear water. Fear drenching rain
Drizzle, oceans, puddles, a damp
Day and the flush toilet.

The third speaker said
Fear wind. And it needn't be
A hurricane. Drafts, open
Windows, electric fans.

The fourth speaker said
Fear knives. Fear any sharp
Thing, machine, shears
Scissors, lawnmowers.

The fifth speaker said
Hope. Hope for the best
A smooth folder in a steel file.


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  • Gold Star - 30,591 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/11/2015 11:35:00 PM)

    A good poem on hope and likes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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