Friday, January 3, 2003

The Crossed Apple Comments

Rating: 3.5

I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,
Of wide report.
I have trees there that bear me many apples.
Of every sort:


Louise Bogan
Mustafa Test 11 June 2021

Beautiful poem perfecto

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Pranab K Chakraborty 20 February 2015

The earth we came to, and the time we flee, The fire and the breast. I claim the white part, maiden, that’s for me. You take the rest. Fantastic metaphore, pain pleasure and humiliation, illustrated so skilfully, reader should have to think actually what rest he could enjoy!

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Karen Sinclair 20 February 2014

This had me sighing neathe the double entendre tree. So delicately written with a passionate love of the forbidden fruit of old. So many secrets are shared there. Love it love it love it! The 7th stanza is my favourite as it to me suggests the same ideal as wine where you can taste where it comes from.

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Manonton Dalan 20 February 2013

somewhat seductive maybe just my imagination

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