ISSUE 87, FOLK POETRY ABOUT FOOD, Part 4: Apples
Apples: Neglected Sweetness (1908)
Now poets sing the grandeur of the fall;
The olden leaves and such things have the call—
The good old apple draws no song at all.
The yellow russet and the Northern Spy,
That sway and wabble ‘twixt the earth and sky
Are inspiration if a bard but try.
Soon all you dying leaves will be a mass
Of rubbish, fit for naught but flame…