Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

The Apple Tree - Poem by Dorothy Parker

When first we saw the apple tree
The boughs were dark and straight,
But never grief to give had we,
Though Spring delayed so late.

When last I came away from there
The boughs were heavy hung,
But little grief had I to spare
For Summer, perished young.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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