Francis Thompson

(16 December 1859 – 13 November 1907 / Preston, England)

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  • Jane Nevinger (1/13/2018 5:34:00 PM)

    Francis Thompson’s poetry has such mystical beauty. He is one of my favorite poets.

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The Poppy

To Monica

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth, red like a lion's, it drank
The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,

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