Robert Francis

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

Robert Francis Poems

1. The Base Stealer 4/27/2015
2. Part for the Whole 10/9/2015
3. In Memoriam: Four Poets 1/3/2003
4. Encounter 1/3/2003
5. New England Mind 1/3/2003
6. Squash In Blossom 1/3/2003
7. Return 1/3/2003
8. Fair And Unfair 1/13/2003
9. On A Theme By Frost 1/3/2003
10. Thoreau In Italy 1/3/2003
11. Waxwings 1/13/2003
12. Sheep 1/3/2003
13. The Bulldozer 1/3/2003
14. Hallelujah: A Sestina 1/3/2003
15. Farm Boy After Summer 1/3/2003
16. Glass 1/3/2003
17. Silent Poem 1/3/2003
18. Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears 1/3/2003
19. Symbol 1/3/2003
20. Blue Winter 1/3/2003
21. Summons 1/3/2003
22. Catch 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Robert Francis

Catch

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as possible miss it,
Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly,
Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant,
Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy,
Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down,
Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning,
And now, like a posy, a ...

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Waxwings

Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.

Such merriment and such sobriety--
the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--
was this not always my true style?

Above an elegance of snow, beneath

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