Classic and Contemporary Poetry
APPLES IN THE MOON, by FRANK WILMOT Poet's Biography First Line: We came round by the little dark pond Last Line: Eyes are only to weep with now. Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley | ||||||||
WE came round by the little dark pond; Apples, bunched in the moon, Had lifted our bodies, proud and fond To a gentleness, coming soon. Is it coming soon? Is it something to speak? Something to fold our mood? There goes a long white ray across the creek Coiling, unsummoned, unwooed! Something to think, lad, something to praise? Some magnificence to do? But it's a deep slime that is over the gaze; Maybe their lies are true. So moons and apples mean little to us When all's so rotten for sure; Teeth and bones and boys shall the harvests truss And only filth endure. The screaming rocs come lower than low Shedding black blasts from steeple to station And under the ruinous thunders timidly flow The dark unwaking silences of desolation. Pyres of smouldering love and law! Plato to Christ ashes, all ashes! And the great bloody tongue of the world's awe Licking its bloody gashes! Something to think, lad, to say or to do; Their fires die down, die dark; In the pyres of the beautiful things and true Is there some living spark? Only the wind is free, A wind that spreads no dust; Nothing but caking mud Made from the blood Of the poor world's agony And the spittle of its disgust. Wide, wide the shroud, Way down south, Down back, Down Lenah Valley track Red, red as a harlot's mouth, Red, bunched apples are rotting against a cloud. Coming round the small dark pond, To a vision of apples high in the moon; A flash of grace, one heart-beat of something fond, An instant flash of approaching boon Dead in its speck! Fondness is wreck, Boon is shame, Pity a sunken stone And the name Of Beauty a blasphemy grown. We must be blinder, lad, when apples glow, Eyes are only to weep with now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERAPH DESCENDS by FRANK WILMOT BEAUTY OF THE WORLD by FRANK WILMOT CHANCE MEETING by FRANK WILMOT EL GAI SABER (CHANT ROYAL) by FRANK WILMOT |
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