I plucked so much of bitter fruit When life was in the making, That now, at last, try as I will, No tree seems worth the shaking. —THE CHRISTIAN | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |