THE RED HEART
I The Plum Tree
Suns and Planets
Suns and planets of the sky
When will you be ripe and die?
Will a great wind sometime sweep
The dark branches where you weep
And dash and pluck amd throw
Venus and Mars and gray Pluto
Like pears, apples and plums upon the ground
)Red, yellow and gold, oval and round)
To grow mildewed and ragged there
Softening the thick autumn air
With your piebald rays decay?