Poetry of Robert Fisher
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Poems 2008
If The Price WereThe Moon She Sent Her Lover
A Single Hollyhock
Is It Not Enough We Widowers Wait
When My Twin Daughters Were Little At Harvest Time Your Old heart Was Tired It Feels
The Planks Are Sawn And Fitted Patch Of Sunlight My Son Is Now A Tree I Have Obeyed My Father
Perhaps I Could Have Been More Circumspect The Weaver It Is Not Necessary Your Absence
The Pines Rowing Toward The Shore All Morning Long Beyond The Mountain Chain
All Morning