Herrick Muses While Pruning Poem by Glenn Bagshaw
Herrick Muses While Pruning
My girls soon grow, increase in height
then steer to weedy left or right.
Each stem will veer or fork or shove:
in hell, roots wind; blooms nod above;
a cherry twist, some salad tossed,
view vine's curled prime and apples sauced;
this raised-up maze, foul thicket's clog,
stalks drop, like logs, while pond drips bog.
So tipsy, crooked- rant! berate!
Know plants must slant: no maid goes straight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/5/2026 8:02:18 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
