<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450031" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crossed Apple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,<br>Of wide report.<br>I have trees there that bear me many apples.<br>Of every sort:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear, streaked; red and russet; green and golden;<br>Sour and sweet.<br>This apple’s from a tree yet unbeholden,<br>Where two kinds meet, -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that this side is red without a dapple,<br>And this side’s hue <br>Is clear and snowy. It’s a lovely apple.<br>It is for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within are five black pips as big as peas,<br>As you will find,<br>Potent to breed you five great apple trees<br>Of varying kind:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To breed you wood for fire, leaves for shade,<br>Apples for sauce.<br>Oh, this is a good apple for a maid,<br>It is a cross,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fine on the finer, so the flesh is tight,<br>And grained like silk.<br>Sweet Burning gave the red side, and the white<br>Is Meadow Milk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eat it, and you will taste more than the fruit:<br>The blossom, too,<br>The sun, the air, the darkness at the root,<br>The rain, the dew,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth we came to, and the time we flee,<br>The fire and the breast.<br>I claim the white part, maiden, that’s for me.<br>You take the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louise+Bogan">Louise Bogan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450031" data-title="The Crossed Apple de Louise Bogan" data-description="I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me many apples. Of every sort: Clear, streaked; red and russet; green and golden; Sour and sweet. This apple’s from a tree yet unbeholden, Where two..."></div> </div> </div>

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