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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...CHAMBER MUSIC: 16 by JAMES JOYCE PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LILIES: 23. FINALLY ALONE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |
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