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Berries by Walter De la Mare

Published April 5, 2012 by myberriesfarm

Photo by Solmaz Hafezi

Photo by Solmaz Hafezi

There was an old woman Went blackberry picking Along the hedges From Weep to Wicking. – Half a pottle- No more she had got, When out steps a Fairy From her green grot; And says, ‘Well, Jill, Would ‘ee pick ee mo?’ And Jill, she curtseys, And looks just so. Be off,’ says the Fairy, ‘As quick as you can, Over the meadows To the little green lane That dips to the hayfields Of Farmer Grimes: I’ve berried those hedges A score of times; Bushel on bushel I’ll promise’ee, Jill, This side of supper If’ee pick with a will.’ She glints very bright, And speaks her fair; Then lo, and behold! She had faded in air.

Be sure Old Goodie She trots betimes Over the meadows To Farmer Grimes. And never was queen With jewelry rich As those same hedges From twig to ditch; Like Dutchmen‘s coffers, Fruit, thorn, and flower – They shone like William And Mary’s bower. And be sure Old Goodie Went back to Weep, So tired with her basket She scarce could creep.

Photo by Solmaz Hafezi

Photo by Solmaz Hafezi

When she comes in the dusk To her cottage door, There’s Towser wagging As never before, To see his Missus So glad to be Come from her fruit-picking Back to he. As soon as next morning Dawn was grey, The pot on the hob Was simmering away; And all in a stew And a hugger-mugger Towser and Jill A-boiling of sugar, And the dark clear fruit That from Faerie came, For syrup and jelly And blackberry jam.

Twelve jolly gallipots Jill put by; And one little teeny one, One inch high; And that she’s hidden A good thumb deep, Half way over From Wicking to Weep

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Orange Berries Dark Green Leaves By John Taggart b. 1942 John Taggart

Published April 5, 2012 by myberriesfarm
ex of high contrast in these inedible berries

ex of high contrast in these inedible berries (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Darkened not completely dark let us walk in the darkened field

trees in the field outlined against that which is less dark
under the trees are bushes with orange berries dark green leaves
not poetry’s mixing of yellow light blue sky darker than that
darkness of the leaves a modulation of the accumulated darkness
orange of the berries another modulation spreading out toward us
it is like the reverberation of a bell rung three times
like the call of a voice the call of a voice that is not there.
We will not look up how they got their name in a book of names
we will not trace the name’s root conjecture its first murmuring
the root of the berries their leaves is succoured by darkness
darkness like a large block of stone hauled on a wooden sled
like stone formed and reformed by a dark sea rolling in turmoil.

John Taggart, “Orange Berries Dark Green Leaves” from Is Music: Selected Poems. Copyright © 2010 by John Taggart. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.

Source: Is Music: Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2010)