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Thomas Hummel

Poem with a Line by Edward Thomas

suppose there sat a fashioned apple with a mouth

in bronze glazed with cleft high smiling rounding up

 

over soundly leading to the stem as well in bronze

but rather acting as the upper torso of the body

 

whose legs inside the bronze control the movements

of the apple leaves three two of which from every

 

angle behave as arms while the hidden third remains

a potentially graceful though no less able resting arm

 

for if it chose to roll back how would you choose

to photograph it or offer explanation for its downright

 

righteousness the smirk of which the visitors aware

to points of annoyance or name it or with what cloth

 

would you dust it sit it center your apple allowing me

once more to think what it is I am remembering

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