The Little Peach

A little peach in the orchard grew,--
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
It grew.

One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue--
Them two.

Up at that peach a club they threw--
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
Mon Dieu!

John took a bite and Sue a chew,
And then the trouble began to brew,--
Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.
Too true!

Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,--
Boo hoo!

What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.


by Eugene Field

Comments (10)

Masterful poem has been worked and re-worked to seem spontaneous. Beautifully shaped lines advance a generous argument, stroke by stroke.
Nice poem. Enjoyed. 'Now is a time for carving. We have one sap and one root - Let there be commerce between us. ' beautiful.
What I like about Pound is in this poem and his ballad The Goodly Fere. It is the mark of self-awareness—if not more—to admit we’re wrong, yes? This poem is so direct as to appear spontaneous. Perhaps some may think artless. But it has two excellent metaphors, excellent in part because they’re so accessible, so relatable. GK
Old enough! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a well-written poem by Ezra Pound👍👍👍
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