Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRST FRUIT, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I did not pluck at all Last Line: O, shut hands, be empty another year. Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening; Winter | ||||||||
I did not pluck at all, And I am sorry now: The garden is not barred But the boughs are heavy with snow, The flake-blossoms thickly fall And the hid roots sigh, " How long will our flowers be marred?" Strange as a bird were dumb, Strange as a hueless leaf As one deaf hungers to hear, Or gazes without belief, The fruit yearned " Fingers, come!" O, shut hands, be empty another year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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