Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE GARDEN: 6. A PEACH, by EDWARD DOWDEN Poet's Biography First Line: If any sense in mortal dust remains Last Line: Girl lips, o let me richly swoon away Subject(s): Fruit; Peaches | ||||||||
If any sense in mortal dust remains When mine has been refined from flower to flower, Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower And delicate winy dews, and gained the gains Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing Through half a summer day, for love bestow, Then in some warm old garden let me grow To such a perfect, lush, ambrosian thing As this. Upon a southward-facing wall I bask, and feel my juices dimly fed And mellowing, while my bloom comes golden grey: Keep the wasps from me! but before I fall Pluck me, white fingers, and o'er two ripe-red Girl lips O let me richly swoon away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DISH OF PEACHES IN RUSSIA by WALLACE STEVENS THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 58 by HAN SHAN PEACH BLOOMS by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE COUPLE SHARING A PEACH by MOLLY PEACOCK TRIOLET by EMILY JANE (DAVIS) PFEIFFER THE RIPEST PEACH by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 112 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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