She went to gather
Fruit from the wild plum tree
that was uphill and hidden from the house
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As in an old Greek poem, this maiden disappears into an enchanted atmosphere. Old feelings return, then she returns to realities.
Such eye-closing expressions, as hint at secret worlds of savoring... Nothing, nothing for him surpassing this harvest, ... a fine poem and safe tomorrow in tomorrow's jars- thank u dear poetess. tony