Robert Friend

(1913 - 1998 / United States)

Robert Friend Poems

1. Exorcism 1/1/2004


I know who's scratching at the door.
Clock, there's no use yawning.
More than boards are loose in the floor—
I wasn't born this morning.

Beneath your gurgle, Water Tap,
I hear the water slither.
I know you well, Barometer,
and all your inner weather.

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