Friday, September 19, 2014

Never May the Fruit Be Plucked


Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough
And gathered into barrels.
He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.
Though the branches bend like reeds,
Though the ripe fruit splash in the grass or wrinkle on the tree,
He that would eat of love may bear away with him
Only what his belly can hold,
Nothing in the apron,
Nothing in the pockets.
Never, never may the fruit be gathered from the bough
And harvested in barrels.
The winter of love is a cellar of empty bins,
In an orchard soft with rot.
- Never May the Fruit Be Plucked by Edna St. Vincent Millay 
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"Mama, is it weird that we read poetry sometimes?"

"Probably to some people. If we don't read it then it will be forgotten."

"Then there was no point in writing it in the first place."

"Exactly. Read whatever you want to read."

Banned Books Week  is next week. Check out this comprehensive list of banned books.



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