Paul Fort

(1872 - 1960 / Reims, Marne département, France)

Pan and the Cherries - Poem by Paul Fort

I RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,
And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.
Through sunny avenues he ran,
And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops.
Upon his fleece were pearling water drops
Like little silver stars. How pure he was!

And this was when my spring was arched with blue.

Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss,
He seized it, and bit the kernel from the pulp.
I watched him with great joy ... I came anigh ...
He spat the kernel straight into my eye.
I ran to kill Pan with my knife!
He stretched his arm out, swirled-
And the whole earth whirled!

Let us adore Pan, god of all the world!

Topic(s) of this poem: mythology

Comments about Pan and the Cherries by Paul Fort

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/10/2015 3:22:00 AM)

    Like little silver stars he is pure and pure is my heart to express love. Fantastic sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015

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