Pear Tree Poem by Hilda Doolittle

Pear Tree

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Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;

no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;

O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
sam Tolstoy 10 October 2016

such a great poem, in a few words I can say I see what was going on in your imagination.

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Susan Williams 05 December 2015

A visual feast offered by a poem

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Hilda Doolittle

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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