Posts Tagged ‘Abigail Cresson’

Fruit

October 9, 2012

FRUIT

The wide hills are leaning
With their arms full of fruit;
The valleys lift up their trees —
Scarlet cherries,
Purple plums,
Little green pears.
Touched with russet
There are bushes
Where the berries hang
Rich and ripe,
Bursting with the sweetness
Of their juice .  .  .  .  .
It is a good time of year —
This space between the golden harvest
Of the autumn
And the first of summer —
I shall gather cherries and plums
And stain my fingers
With berries.
And my tongue shall know
The wild, sweet taste
Of many fruits  .   .   .
I shall go under a wide blue sky,
Under a golden sun,
Tasting here and there,
An epicure,
At an endless banquet.

— Abigail Cresson.

The Bee (Danville, Virginia) Aug 7, 1922

Running Away

October 8, 2012

RUNNING AWAY

The snow fell slow, unhurried —
I had to watch and see
The way the great soft flakes of it
Caught in the balsam tree —

There was the baking yet to do,
The beds weren’t made, and still
It looked so pretty and so white
Along the Quarry Hill  .  .  .

I thought I’d run away a bit
And leave my work and then
I’d rush it through as best I could
When I came home again.

The snow was soft beneath my feet,
The wind was cold and wet;
It was such fun to tramp the hill,
To be so free — and yet

The work that I had left undone
Walked with me all the way;
It talked to me and scolded me,
It would not let me play.

So, what with this and what with that,
I couldn’t take my ease;
For thinking of those unmade beds
Made me forget the trees.

So, home I went discouraged;
I thought, “What use to shirk,
If Duty goes along with me
And makes me think of work?”

ABIGAIL CRESSON.

Iowa City Press (Iowa City, Iowa) Feb 14, 1924