APPLE POEMS

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Journey

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love

You slept lonely without a presence
the young shall grow
Do you think I was blind
Putting canoe in your womb
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Saviour A Willie

Saviour A Willie
The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Corn Song

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree

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A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree-
Another-on the Roof-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
An Olive Fire

An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Bad Days

A smiling moon is a hearts desire ,
But eclipses are what make it worth ,
O forlorn night why do you despair?
Your deepest sorrow is your prettiest attire.
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Purples

Purples
The Bluebird

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
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Emily Huntington Miller

Emily Huntington Miller
Frost To-night

Apple-green west and an orange bar,
And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . .
And, “Child, take the shears and cut what you will,
Frost to-night-so clear and dead-still.”
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Edith M. Thomas

Edith M. Thomas
Death At The Window

This morning, while we sat in talk
Of spring and apple-bloom,
Lo! Death stood in the garden walk,
And peered into the room.
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Robert Fuller Murray
Come And Kiss Me Sweet And Twenty

Apple blossoms falling o'er thee,
And the month is May,
Laden bows bend low before thee,
With their gentle sway;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Assumpta Maria

Mortals, that behold a Woman,
Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;
Who am I the heavens assume? an
All am I, and I am one.
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Francis Thompson

Francis Thompson
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

I

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
Directive

Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Ego Dominus Tuus

Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still
A lamp burns on beside the open book
That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon,
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
The Pieman

I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell,
Calling out, 'Hot pies! Hot pies to sell!'
Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-pies as well,
Lots and lots and lots of pies - more than you can tell.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Tapestry Trees

Oak.

I am the Roof-tree and the Keel;
I bridge the seas for woe and weal.
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William Morris

William Morris
Song

You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
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H. D.
Angina Pectoris

If half my heart is here, doctor,
the other half is in China
with the army flowing
toward the Yellow River.
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Nazim Hikmet
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Forbidden Fruit. Ii.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Point Shirley

From Water-Tower Hill to the brick prison
The shingle booms, bickering under
The sea's collapse.
Snowcakes break and welter. This year
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Sylvia Plath
King Arthur's Tomb

Hot August noon: already on that day
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or bad
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William Morris

William Morris
To T.l.h.

A CHILD


Model of thy parent dear,
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Climbing

High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair
Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Contemplations

Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
When Phœbus wanted but one hour to bed,
The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
Were gilded o're by his rich golden head.
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Anne Bradstreet
Ecclesiastes

There is one sin: to call a green leaf grey,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,
For God alone knoweth the praise of death.
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G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
Song

YOU are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
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Hilda Doolittle
Prothalamion

“little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
A Valentine (ii)

Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell
I love her well.
Yes, though she tramples on my heart
And rends that bleeding thing apart;
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
The Nightingale

NO easy matter 'tis to hold,
Against its owner's will, the fleece
Who troubled by the itching smart
Of Cupid's irritating dart,
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Jean De La Fontaine
The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
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Gwendolyn Brooks
The Four Angels

As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
The Angel of the Earth came down, and offered Earth in fee;
But Adam did not need it,
Nor the plough he would not speed it,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Preface

A book which needs to be written is one dealing
with the childhood of authors. It would be
not only interesting, but instructive; not merely
profitable in a general way, but practical in a
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
Eve

Simply she stands at the cathedralâ??s
great ascent, close to the rose window,
with the apple in the apple-pose,
guiltless-guilty once and for all
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Rainer Maria Rilke
August Afternoon

Thump of a horse's hoof behind the hedge;
Long stripes of shadow, and green flame in the grass
Between them; discrowned, glaucous poppy--pods
On their tall stalks; a rose
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Housekeeper

I let myself in at the kitchen door.
“It's you,” she said. “I can't get up. Forgive me
Not answering your knock. I can no more
Let people in than I can keep them out.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I

S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look

When from the watercolored window idly you look
Each is but and clear to see, not steep:
So does the neat print in an actual book
Marching as if to true conclusion, reap
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
I Will Ask

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
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John Freeman
Maud Muller

Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.

Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Humanitad

It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
Christmas Eve

I

Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Judgement Of Venus

When Kneller's works, of various grace,
Were to fair Venus shown,
The Goddess spied in every face
Some features of her own.
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
Poems

See the fur coats go by!
The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
I will curl myself cushion-shape
On the window-seat;
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
Song

A scarlet bird went sailing away through the wood . . .

It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
Thoughts

My thoughts keep going far away
Into another country under a different sky:
My thoughts are sea-foam and sand;
They are apple-petals fluttering.
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
Sanctuary

HIGH above hate I dwell:
O storms! farewell.
Though at my sill your daggered thunders play,
Lawless and loud to-morrow as to-day,
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Louise Imogen Guiney

Louise Imogen Guiney