Robert Francis (August 12, 1901 - July 13, 1987 / Pennsylvania / United States)
Poems of Robert Francis
|4.||Fair And Unfair||1/13/2003|
|5.||Farm Boy After Summer||1/3/2003|
|7.||Hallelujah: A Sestina||1/3/2003|
|8.||In Memoriam: Four Poets||1/3/2003|
|9.||New England Mind||1/3/2003|
|10.||On a Theme by Frost||1/3/2003|
|11.||Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears||1/3/2003|
|15.||Squash in Blossom||1/3/2003|
|19.||Thoreau in Italy||1/3/2003|
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.
The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.
None are left upon the trees or on the lawn.
Green and tall as ever it grew in spring the grass
Grows not too tall, will not be cut again this year.
Geraniums in bloom behind the windowglass
Are safe. Fall has fallen yet winter is not yet here.