First Poem for You
I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat . . .
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First Storm and Thereafter
What I notice first within
this rough scene fixed
in memory is the rare . . .
Fishing
The two of them stood in the middle water,
The current slipping away, quick and cold,
The sun slow at his zenith, sweating gold, . . .
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest. . . .
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
That expresseth but by fits
True conceit,
. . .
A Fixed Idea
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind . . .
Flaxman
We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought,
And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought . . .
Flies Buzzing
As a child I danced
to the heartful, savage
rhythm . . .
Flirtation
After all, there’s no need
to say anything
. . .
Floating Island
Harmonious Powers with Nature work
On sky, earth, river, lake, and sea:
Sunshine and storm, whirlwind and breeze . . .
