Edith welcomes you to see
her bud-luscious apple tree;
she ushers you in
with her awful grin,
and pours cup after cup of tea;
but into a trance you fall,
head on the ivy-clad wall;
of apples you’ll dream,
and serpents unseen,
but the apples are far too small;
with the devil lifting her guise,
you seemingly reach for your prize;
but the fruit you pluck
and tenderly suck
will soon enough prove unwise;
Edith welcomes you to see
her fruit-heavy apple tree,
with your one-good eye
you see the tree die,
and her garden ceases to be.
last stanza is wonderful: ''Edith welcomes you to see her fruit-heavy apple tree, with your one-good eye you see the tree die, and her garden ceases to be. '' nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving the descriptions...