Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BETTER THE SEASONED FRUIT, by ANNA MAY DUDLEY First Line: So unimportant! Now that they are gone Last Line: When first the sense is taken unaware. Subject(s): Fruit; Seasons | ||||||||
So unimportant! Now that they are gone, The leaves once intertwined, the blossoms all! Summer dethroned her starry ways along -- That this should be is nothing to appal! Another year, no doubt, as heretofore Will re-enkindle the desirous bough; Summer return, in no way different more Than that preceding her departure now. Shall I then tempt the unproductive year When better fruit, or more, in time may be? Rather would I the Winter, cold, austere, A later harvest bring, than immaturity Pluck now such fruit as bitter aloes bear When first the sense is taken unaware. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH BUT BEAUTIFUL EN MASSE by ANNA MAY DUDLEY |
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