Robert Francis (1901 - 1987)

Robert Francis (1901-1987) was born in Upland, Pennsylvania. Francis studied at Harvard (A.B., 1923; Ed.M., 1926). He taught at summer workshops and conferences and lectured at universities across the United States. His works include Stand with Me Here (1936); Like Ghosts of Eagles: Poems 1966-1974 (1974); a novel, We Fly Away (1948); and an autobiography, The Trouble with Francis (1971). He won the Shelley Memorial Award in 1939.

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First Line	Comments
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A seated statue of himself he seems.
A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.
Amherst never had a witch
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk	1 Comment
Bull by day
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
From where I stand the sheep stand still
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is.
Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-
My mind matches this understand land.
The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
The first speaker said	2 Comments
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
This little house sows the degrees
Those who have touched it or been touched by it
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,	3 Comments
Winter uses all the blues there are.
Words of a poem should be glass
Words of a poem should be glass	1 Comment