Thursday, July 27, 2006

Poetry Thursday - Apples

Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.

The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.

They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.

In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.

I, with as easy hunger, take
entire my season’s dole;
welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.

Laurie Lee

There is a Thursday poem here.


Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Oh, this is so beautiful! Thanks for posting it.

Jennifer S. said...

um, wow! I'm in awe of that incredible photo! love your poem selection too!

Peaceful/Paisible said...

Very very sorry dear, I so much enjoyed reading this poem that I didn't realize I was eating one of the apples!!!
I'm not really sorry, it tasted so good...
that was the morning visit of Peaceful
see you sweetheart

Pam in Tucson said...

What a lovely poem to accompany the magnificent apple photo! I love how photography can bring a new eye to seeing everyday things. (Interesting bowl they're in, too.)