there was a time when we ate
the swollen buds of linden trees
sticky and sweet
the sap of cherry trees, more delicious
than berries
gnawed small
green apples, secretly, with black bread
spat out the pits
of handfuls
of red hawthorn berries
sucked icicles
it was that sort of time
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Slumber-Song by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb: Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.
- Sonnet # 12 by Luis A. Estale
- on our conditioning by Raj Arumugam
- Clorinda And Damon poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman
- Waiting by Rohith
- Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? poem – John Keats poems
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – В Емуртлинском форпосте сибирских драгун
- Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns by Robert Burns
- Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly by Wallace Stevens
- Юнна Мориц – Это да, это нет
- O the Chimneys by Nelly Sachs
- The Four Winds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
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