In The Garden Vi: A Peach

IF any sense in mortal dust remains
When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower,
Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower
And delicate winy dews, and gain'd the gains
Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing
Through half a summer day, for love bestow,
Then in some warm old garden let me grow
To such a perfect, lush, ambrosian thing
As this. Upon a southward-facing wall
I bask, and feel my juices dimly fed
And mellowing, while my bloom comes golden grey:
Keep the wasps from me! but before I fall
Pluck me, white fingers, and o'er two ripe-red
Girl lips O let me richly swoon away!

by Edward Dowden

Comments (1)

You are talented. A good first line is pivotal to the success of any poem and yours delivers so many messages it encourages the reader to continue. We are then met with the main body of the poem which contains a wide array of imagery to convey a limited sence of dramaticality. Well done.