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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRUIT, by RUTH BEITTEL First Line: Barren branches blackly etched Last Line: Mine be fruit of stars! | |||
Barren branches blackly etched Against a henna sky, Boughs which hold a fruit most rare Such as none can buy. Brilliant Venus tarries there Gracing ancient scars, Let others raise their Jonathans, Mine be fruit of stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE POET'S SHIELD by ARCHILOCHUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 49. THE ENGLISH RACE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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