The hound.

by Robert Francis

Life the hound
Fquivocul
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befieud me.
I cannot tell
The round’s intent
Till he has sprang
At mf bare hand
With teeth and tongue.
Meanwhile I stowcl
And wait the event.

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Posted by at 11:26 am on January 29th, 2008. 2 comments... » Categories: francis. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Subscribe via RSS.

2 comments.

  1. This is a wonderful poem! I love it! But you may want to double check your spelling, you’ve got some typos!
    Here’s how it should look:

    Life the hound
    Equivocal
    Comes at a bound
    Either to rend me
    Or to befriend me
    I cannot tell
    The hound’s intent
    Till he has sprung
    At my bare hand
    With teeth or tongue
    Meanwhile I stand
    And wait the event

    Posted by Sally on February 15th, 2010.

  2. can any body give me the main point of this poet & why the poem choose the hound for his poet ..?

    Posted by AseeL Rasheed on November 20th, 2011.

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