Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Like the Sweet Apple by Sappho




Like the sweet apple that reddens
At end of the bough--
Far end of the bough--
Left by the gatherer's swaying,
Forgotten, so thou.
Nay, not forgotten, ungotten,
Ungathered (till now).


Shellsigna

1 comment:

Gigi Harlan - artist said...

What a pretty poem and I love the picture that goes with it, beautiful!