Gardens
I eat an apple whole
and know without a seaman's
doubt the world is sharp,
my life is built in ruins,
and nothing holds me here
but gravity and hope
for freedom from such knowledge—
return to oranges,
New Jersey before such traffic.
~Son Rivers 2006
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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