La página biográfica de Robert Francis en Poetry Foundation no nos dice casi nada del poeta, pero lo suficiente. De Amherst y aparentemente recluso, como la Dickinson, enraizado y admirado por Frost.
Robert Francis was born in Upland, Pennsylvania, and studied at Harvard. Although he taught at workshops and lectured at universities across the United States, he lived for over sixty years in the same house near Amherst, Massachusetts. His poems are often charmingly whimsical, presenting conundrums and mysteries with a light, lyrical touch. Robert Frost, an important influence on the poet, said that Francis was “of all the great neglected poets, the greatest.”
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HIGH DIVER
How deep is his duplicity who in a flash
Passes from resting bird to flying bird to fish,
Who momentarily is sculpture, then all motion,
Speed and splash, then climbs again to contemplation.
He is the archer who himself is bow and arrow.
He is the upper-under-world-commuting hero.
His downward going has the air of sacrifice
To some dark seaweed-bearded seagod face to face.
Or goddess. Rippling and responsive lies the water
For him to contemplate, then powerfully to enter.
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