CHERRY ROBBERS

 

Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red

     In the hair of an Eastern girl

Shine strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled

     Blood-drops beneath each curl.

 

Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings

     Three dead birds lie:

Pale-breasted throttles and blackbird, robberlings

     Stained with red dye.

 

Under the haystack a girl stands laughing at me, 

     With cherries hung around her ears - 

Offering me her scarlet fruit: I will see

     If she has any tears.

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~ D.H. Lawrence (1906)