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FIRST FRUIT by ISAAC ROSENBERG

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First Line: I DID NOT PLUCK AT ALL
Last Line: O, SHUT HANDS, BE EMPTY ANOTHER YEAR.
Subject(s): GARDENS & GARDENING; WINTER;
I did not pluck at all,
And I am sorry now:
The garden is not barred
But the boughs are heavy with snow,
The flake-blossoms thickly fall
And the hid roots sigh, " How long will
our flowers be marred?"

Strange as a bird were dumb,
Strange as a hueless leaf
As one deaf hungers to hear,
Or gazes without belief,
The fruit yearned " Fingers, come!"
O, shut hands, be empty another year.




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