Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALIFORNIA ORCHARD, by ELSA GIDLOW Poet's Biography First Line: August. Burned hills lean towards sunset Last Line: Plenty rotting on the ranch ground. Subject(s): Orchards | ||||||||
August. Burned hills lean towards sunset Drowsing in the dry air. Haze Creeps to the valley, to the hot orchards Groaning with plenty, troubled with their fruit. Orchards at evening, orchards heavy in August, Their breath warm on the air, fruit falling, Call for the picker's hand. Dark grapes, Sweet on the boughed vine, cry Harvest. Where are the pickers? The peach landfall, Where drunk wasps drone, is gold on the ground; The burst grape mixes its blood with dust And blue jays feed where the plums fall. Workers in the lean cities, flat-bellied, Look in the crystal glass of your hunger, see This orchard offering its ripe wealth; unharvested Plenty rotting on the ranch ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST ORCHARD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE ORCHARD by ANNE STEVENSON MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON OLD APPLE TREES by WILLIAM DEWITT SNODGRASS OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN IN BLOOMING ORCHARDS by JOHN BURROUGHS FOR THE GODDESS TOO WELL KNOWN by ELSA GIDLOW |
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