Apples are the proudest fruit Ever bent a tree, Dreaming still of Paradise, Heirs of mutiny: Scarlet-coated harlequins Who with impish fling Lighted all the fires of Troy, Taught how planets swing. Ancient gods have not withstood Their bright witchery; With an apple Pluto won Sad Persephone. Golden apples, dragon-kept, The Hesperides Gave an island diadem To great Hercules. Painted flame and ashen heart Dead Sea orchards bore, Ghostly harvest of desire Snaky stem to core. Apples are the proudest fruit -- One life on a tree, Then in children's cheeks they wear Immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |