Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RED APPLES, by KARL E. MUNDT Poet's Biography First Line: He tries to sell red apples in the street Last Line: Cannot remember belleau wood. Subject(s): Apples; Belleau Wood, France; Fruit; Social Problems; Soldiers; Unemployment; War | ||||||||
He tries to sell red apples in the street, His wornout khaki coat pulled tight To shield him from the wind. "No work," they told him at the shop. "No work." The words beat dull upon his brain. Short years ago they had not told him that When he had marched down this same street With others of his kind. They cheered him then with words of "Carry On," With flag, and drum, and song. But now the words have changed. The apples in his box are red, Red as the blood of comrades he had seen Grow limp before his eyes. Wellhe must carry on. But people do not buy his apples in the street. A world that has forgotten Calvary Cannot remember Belleau Wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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