Robert Francis Poems
|1.||Part for the Whole||10/9/2015|
|2.||The Base Stealer||4/27/2015|
|3.||New England Mind||1/3/2003|
|4.||In Memoriam: Four Poets||1/3/2003|
|7.||Fair And Unfair||1/13/2003|
|8.||Thoreau In Italy||1/3/2003|
|9.||On A Theme By Frost||1/3/2003|
|10.||Squash In Blossom||1/3/2003|
|12.||Hallelujah: A Sestina||1/3/2003|
|18.||Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears||1/3/2003|
|20.||Farm Boy After Summer||1/3/2003|
Comments about Robert Francis
Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but ...
Hallelujah: A Sestina
A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.
I wonder they never gave it to a boy
(Hal for short) boy with wind-wild hair.
It means Praise God, as well it should since praise
Is what God's for. Why didn't they call my father
Hallelujah instead of Ebenezer?
Eben, of course, but christened Ebenezer,
Product of Nova Scotia (hallelujah).