They are unholy who are born To love wild plum at night, Who once have passed it on a road Glimmering and white. It is as though darkness had Speech of silver words, Or as though a cloud of stars Perched like ghostly birds. They are unpitied from their birth And homeless in men's sight, Who love better than the earth Wild plum at night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND |