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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOON IN THE ORCHARD, by PHYLLIS B. MORDEN
First Line: Among these trees what man could pause
Last Line: That leaves him fed who dares not eat.
Subject(s): Orchards
First Line: Among these trees what man could pause
Last Line: That leaves him fed who dares not eat.
Subject(s): Orchards
Among these trees what man could pause,
Without surrender to the beat
Of roots deep-thrusting at his feet,
To ponder such immutable laws
As hold a mellowed pippin high
Between his fingers and the sky?
Only Newton's pulseless kind
Retains analysis in mind,
Reducing all the ripening year
To such components as appear
Limited in time and place;
Sustained by gravity in space.
In orchards will the truly wise
Accept the largess mind denies...
Enough to taste this honied heat
That leaves him fed who dares not eat.
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