When The Fruit Has Ripened

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When The Fruit Has Ripened

The bough breaks
When the fruit
Has ripened.

Maybe it's just
A premonition
Sanctioned
By promises.

Plants wither
And bear themselves
The fruit of eternity
Embalmed
In a mortal frame.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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