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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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