Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GRAPES, by SISTER MARIS STELLA


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First Line: Then there were the grapes turned purple in the sun
Last Line: Pockets and let the sun pour down on you.
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Alice Gustava
Subject(s): Grapes


Then there were the grapes turned purple in the sun
Hanging in heavy bunches close and low.
These were great purple garden grapes. Not one
Of the children had ever seen any but wild grapes grow.
Wild-running grapes are tart and spare and small.
You find the vines on big trees, clinging high
To withered branches, or on the sun-facing wall
Of an old farmhouse. Invariably they lie
Well out of reach, and tempting, and you find
Gooseberry patches near them, and you gather
Berries in buckets. Here you had no mind
To gather berries in buckets. Here you had rather
Suck the sweet grapes out of their juicy blue
Pockets and let the sun pour down on you.





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