Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
Pear Tree
Hilda Doolittle
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Poem topics: purple, summer, earth, great, bring, dust, branch, white, reach, flower, silver, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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