Monday, January 1, 2018

Pear Tree by H. D.


Pear Tree

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.

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