In The Orchard Poem by Muriel Stuart

In The Orchard

Rating: 3.5


'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
Under the tree?' 'Well, your mouth, too.' 'Yes, my mouth?'
'And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
You shouldn't have danced like that.' 'Like what?' 'So close,
Whith your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
That smelt all warm.' 'I loved you. I thought you knew
I wouldn't have danced like that with any but you.'
'I didn't know, I thought you knew it was fun.'
'I thought it was love you meant.' 'Well, it's done.' 'Yes, it's done.
I've seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
A kitten... it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?'
'Well, boys are like that... Your brothers...' 'Yes, I know.
But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!'
'They don't understand it's cruel. It's only a game.'
'And are girls fun, too?' 'No, still in a way it's the same.
It's queer and lovely to have a girl...' 'Go on.'
'It makes you mad for a bit to feel she's your own,
And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
But it's only in fun.' 'But I gave you everything.'
'Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
When a girl does that.' 'Yes, he talks of her over his drinks
And calles her a--' 'Stop that now, I thought you knew.'
'But it wasn't with anyone else. It was only you.'
'How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done?'
'To be done' 'Is it all right?' 'Yes.' 'Sure?' 'Yes, but why?'
'I don't know, I thought you where going to cry.
You said you had something to tell me.' 'Yes, I know.
It wasn't anything relly... I think I'll go.'
'Yes, it's late. There's thunder about, a drop of rain
Fell on my hand in the dark. I'll see you again
At the dance next week. You're sure that everything's right?'
'Yes,' 'Well, I'll be going.' 'Kiss me...' 'Good night.' ... 'Good night.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shiela Marie Anunciacion 09 November 2009

this is truly a remarkable piece that shows the 'ugly truth'... i'm not that mean... but i think it shows the harsh reality of the difference in how a man's or a woman's mind/thoughts work in a certain situation... This is a beautiful poem...! ! ^_^ Love it! !

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Ramesh T A 09 November 2009

Boyish pleasure is actually animal pleasure enjoyed mostly by all! Muriel Stuart has depicted that very well in this long descriptive poem!

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Herman Chiu 08 November 2009

Very interesting poem... especially the uncommon choice of style. Are we men really that cruel?

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Cath Nichols 16 June 2008

does the site give dates of when poems were first published? or where poems might belong to a longer collection? first time on the site... thanks

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very nice i love the ending true poem here nice write Please take a look at one of my poems thank you so much

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Pamela 11 June 2021

Confused by the love shown to him, it's his insecurities. She is only a mirror to him and poor thing doesn't understand it..yet.

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Bjpafa Meragente 12 March 2020

Truthful. No Good deed goes unpunished. Can you say alleluia?

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Ansel Sanford 08 November 2018

intersting.. So lovely and powerful.

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Joshua Adeyemi 18 March 2018

I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done? ' 'To be done' 'Is it all right? ' 'Yes.' 'Sure? ' 'Yes, but why? '

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Susan Williams 18 March 2018

I would give this poem a ten but PH hasn't allowed me to rank a poem in a month or so.

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