Orchard

H. D. - 1886-1961

 

I saw the first pear

as it fell—

the honey-seeking, golden-banded,

the yellow swarm

was not more fleet than I,

(spare us from loveliness)

and I fell prostrate

crying:

you have flayed us

with your blossoms,

spare us the beauty

of fruit-trees.

 

The honey-seeking

paused not,

the air thundered their song,

and I alone was prostrate.

 

O rough-hewn

god of the orchard,

I bring you an offering—

do you, alone unbeautiful,

son of the god,

spare us from loveliness:

 

these fallen hazel-nuts,

stripped late of their green sheaths,

grapes, red-purple,

their berries

dripping with wine,

pomegranates already broken,

and shrunken figs

and quinces untouched,

I bring you as offering.

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