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.||Squash In Blossom||1/3/2003|
|10.||On A Theme By Frost||1/3/2003|
|11.||Hallelujah: A Sestina||1/3/2003|
|15.||Farm Boy After Summer||1/3/2003|
|17.||Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears||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 ...
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.
The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.
None are left upon the trees or on the lawn.
Green and tall as ever it grew in spring the grass
Grows not too tall, will not be cut again this year.
Geraniums in bloom behind the windowglass
Are safe. Fall has fallen yet winter is not yet here.