Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

The Melon - Poem by Charles Simic

There was a melon fresh from the garden
So ripe the knife slurped
As it cut it into six slices.
The children were going back to school.
Their mother, passing out paper plates,
Would not live to see the leaves fall.

I remember a hornet, too, that flew in
Through the open window
Mad to taste the sweet fruit
While we ducked and screamed,
Covered our heads and faces,
And sat laughing after it was gone.


Comments about The Melon by Charles Simic

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/17/2015 8:19:00 AM)


    you have expressed your feelings well in the poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015



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