At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,
And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those
Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes
A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.
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What a beautiful poem so well expressed and a delight to read Thanks for sharing BB : O)
I believe this to be a poem of mystical genius...there is such a quality of wonder in it....And quiet is the steep stair under...Love it.