Robert Francis Poems
|1.||The Base Stealer||4/27/2015|
|2.||Part for the Whole||10/9/2015|
|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.||Squash In Blossom||1/3/2003|
|10.||On A Theme By Frost||1/3/2003|
|14.||Farm Boy After Summer||1/3/2003|
|16.||Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears||1/3/2003|
|17.||Hallelujah: A Sestina||1/3/2003|
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 ...
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