The trees are filled with blossoms they wave beneath the pale sky like pink hands of impish children. Meet me in the orchard before summer slips away, I want to dip my hand in the cold brook just to feel the ache. Naked among bird of paradise sun-drenched thighs wet with dew feed me sweet red apples while they are nothing more than fruit.
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Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods –
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
– Robert Frost
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