Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted,
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts
thick on the branch
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
Added: on March 1st, 2006 at 7:25 AM | Viewed: 8274 times | Comments (2)
Comment 2 of 2, added on June 12th, 2007 at 2:58 PM.
This poem reflects what the poet saw when looking at a simple tree. She found beauty in its birth from the ground, its growth, and its silver leaves. If you look at a picture of a pear tree and re-read the poem, it makes more sense.
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Poem Info
Poet:H. D. Poem: Pear Tree
Last read: May 9 2008, 5:42PM
Poem of the Day:Jan 25 2001
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Added on March 1st, 2006 at 7:25 AM.
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This poem reflects what the poet saw when looking at a simple tree. She found beauty in its birth from the ground, its growth, and its silver leaves. If you look at a picture of a pear tree and re-read the poem, it makes more sense.
Karla from United States