Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Peach – Janet Frame

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The Peach – Janet Frame

What has taken the peach in hand
to make it ripe so fur so
cover it with gold mildew
like new decay spelling birth?

What time began it, what day
rolled it backward from sour stone
gathering thick moss of sun
on pathways thickest with worm?

I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.

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