The moon drained white by day
lifts from the hill
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
springs up in blossom still.
Women believe in the moon:
this branch I hold
is not more white and still than she
whose flower is ages old,
and so I carry home
flowers from the pear
that makes such obstinate tokens still
for fruit it cannot bear.
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From guest jen (contact)
why do the 'women believe in the moon'? what does this mean? actually, what does the whole 2nd stanza mean? help is much appreciated jen -
From guest shafia (contact)
sweet and simple. its touching. this poem creates an image in your head about a girl walking amougst the pear trees.
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