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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...THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN |
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