An Apple-Gathering Comments

Suddenly moving, quietly powerful.

This poem seems both a statement of Victorian sexual mores and a lament over them.

A beautiful poem of love regret.....

To sow into a relationship and lose not only what you have sown but the relationship itself, is so much more palpably painful when you watch the relationships of others bearing fruit. But I will believe she was adorable with those blossoms in her hair.

The good love about the apple tree that gives sweet apples and different thoughts are interesting.

Mine apple tree! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

the air around this is so pleasant. i enjoyed reading this poem

It's indeed a nice poem spun around the poet's feelings about her apples, apple trees, her observations and her reactions to other ladies' activities in the neibourhood. I quote: I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: I counted rosiest apples on the earth Of far less worth than love.

Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth Than apples with their green leaves piled above? I counted rosiest apples on the earth Of far less worth than love. A poem of great creativity. Thanks for sharing it with us.