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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALIFORNIA ORCHARD, by ELSA GIDLOW Poet's Biography
First Line: August. Burned hills lean towards sunset
Last Line: Plenty rotting on the ranch ground.
Subject(s): Orchards
First Line: August. Burned hills lean towards sunset
Last Line: Plenty rotting on the ranch ground.
Subject(s): Orchards
August. Burned hills lean towards sunset
Drowsing in the dry air. Haze
Creeps to the valley, to the hot orchards
Groaning with plenty, troubled with their fruit.
Orchards at evening, orchards heavy in August,
Their breath warm on the air, fruit falling,
Call for the picker's hand. Dark grapes,
Sweet on the boughed vine, cry Harvest.
Where are the pickers? The peach landfall,
Where drunk wasps drone, is gold on the ground;
The burst grape mixes its blood with dust
And blue jays feed where the plums fall.
Workers in the lean cities, flat-bellied,
Look in the crystal glass of your hunger, see
This orchard offering its ripe wealth; unharvested
Plenty rotting on the ranch ground.
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