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Friday, January 3, 2003

Apple And Rose

Rating: 2.9
My little daughter is a tea-rose,
Satin to the touch,
Wine to the lips,
And a faint, delirious perfume.
But my little son
Is a June apple,
Firm and cool,
And scornful of too much sweetness,
But full of tang and flavor
And better than bread to the hungry.
O wild winds, and clumsy, pilfering bees,
With the whole world to be wanton in,
Will you not spare my little tea-rose?
And O ruthless blind creatures,
Who lay eggs of evil at the core of life,
Pass by my one red apple,
That is so firm and sound!
Karle Wilson Baker
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COMMENTS
Dr Antony Theodore 24 September 2020
But my little son Is a June apple, Firm and cool, And scornful of too much sweetness, But full of tang and flavor A very fine poem. tony
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Myla Rose Gigante 18 May 2013
i like this poem! ! she really love her son and daughter...
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