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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...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE VULTURE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'BUT THAT NE'ER TROUBLES ME, BOYS' by PATRICK CAREY |
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