Robert Francis House Poems
- 1. New England Mind
My mind matches this understand land.
Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,
Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift
Are facts that I accept and understand.
... - 2. Return
This little house sows the degrees
By which wood can return to trees.
Weather has stained the shingles dark
... - 3. On A Theme By Frost
Amherst never had a witch
O Coos or of Grafton
But once upon a time
... - 4. Symbol
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.
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