Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard,
Lamps in a wash of rain!
Oh the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard,
Oh tears on the window pane!
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Like the sky looking down.....! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Green apple in autumn itself shows it is yet to bloom into ripe fruit! Alas, what to do? Sad, yet full of wisdom to remember the young love in loneliness again!
'Yea, but it is cruel when undressed is all the blossom.' The sadness of unrequited love. The loss which is unbearable. 'Extinct one yellow-fluffy spark'. All through the poem the vision of Ophelia floating down the stream.
'Brackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples Of autumn tell the withered tale again.' - heart touching lines! 'What a lovely haste for wisdom is in men! ' - I am not quite clear about the relevance of this line and failed to understand what the poet wanted to mean.