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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...GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IMMORTALIA NE SPERES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD INTERNAL FIRESIDES by MATHILDE BLIND I BLOW YOU A KISS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE STUBBORN BELIEVER by BERTON BRALEY MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE STAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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