It was a lovely,Almost a perfectApple tree. For fifty yearsOr maybe a hundredIt stood. From grace of slender youthBright-with-blossomGreen wood Pruned by hand of manTo shapely vigorReceiving the sun. Fifty or a hundred springtimesKissed by virgin beesTo fructify: In sweet-smelling scarlet curtainsRedolent of every treein Eden; In golden ooze from the combIts sweetness bringing to… Continue reading The Apple Tree
They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
