Wild Peaches Comments

Great imagery and fine flow: I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray, Those fields sparse-planted, rendering meagre sheaves; That spring, briefer than apple-blossom's breath, Summer, so much too beautiful to stay,

In many ways I like this poem- -but then she jerks me out of this nature idyll by commenting on the hunting skills of her companion yet never once does she acknowledge any hard work done by the woman... she seems to stroll about plucking fruit off the trees and go skipping la-la-la back to the house.