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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHERRIES ARE RIPE, by HILDA CONKLING Poet's Biography
First Line: The cherry tree is red now; / cherry tree nods his red head
Last Line: And children.
First Line: The cherry tree is red now; / cherry tree nods his red head
Last Line: And children.
THE cherry tree is red now;
Cherry tree nods his red head
And calls to the sun:
Let down the birds out of the sky;
Send home the birds to build nests in my arms,
For I am ready to feed them.
There is a little girl coming for cherries too . . .
(I am that little girl, I who am singing . . .)
She is coming with hair flying!
The butterflies will be going (says the cherry)
For it is getting dusk.
When it is dawn,
They will be up and out with the dew,
And sparkle as the dew does
On the tips of tall slender green grasses
Around my feet,
Or on the cheeks of fruit I have ripened,
Red cherries for birds
And children.
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