She pared her fruit with a silver knife And nibbled its slices thin, But I bit greedily into life Till the sharp juice stung my chin. One little fact she never knew For a moment I had forgotten: How the small white worms go thru and thru The place where the heart is rotten. My serviette furiously I flung And tossed the core to the nappy, Its crumbling bitterness on my tongue -- While she sat, still and happy! But I felt her quiet face go white As out of its calm I fled; And knew as I wallowed into the night That both of us were dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 2. MUTUAL LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |