She pared her fruit with a silver knife And nibbled its slices thin, But I bit greedily into life Till the sharp juice stung my chin. One little fact she never knew For a moment I had forgotten: How the small white worms go thru and thru The place where the heart is rotten. My serviette furiously I flung And tossed the core to the nappy, Its crumbling bitterness on my tongue -- While she sat, still and happy! But I felt her quiet face go white As out of its calm I fled; And knew as I wallowed into the night That both of us were dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |