When The Fruit Has Ripened
The bough breaksWhen 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.
When The Fruit Has Ripened
The bough breaksA 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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Only Death | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
Prose & Poetry | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
When The Fruit Has Ripened | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
Greenhouse Effect | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
I Thought I Knew What I Was Dreaming | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
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