Bright berries on the roadside, Clear among your dusty leaves, Red, mottled berries, You are as beautiful As the points of a girl's breasts; You are as firm and fresh … Beauty of the morning sun Among the red berries Of early September, You tear at my breast, Your light crushes me With memory of freedom lost And warm hours blotted out. I will throw away rifle and leather belt, Straps, khaki and heavy nailed boots, And run naked across the dewy grass Among the firm red berries! I will be free And sing of beauty and the women of Hellas, Of rent seas and the peace of olive gardens, Of these rough meadows, Of the keen welcome smell of London mud! I will be free … Party-HALT! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE TWO ARCHERS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |