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Edna St. Vincent Millay - May The Fruit Never Be Plucked
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NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough 
And gathered into barrels. 
He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. 
Though the branches bend like reeds, 
Though the ripe fruit splash in the grass or wrinkle on the tree, 
He that would eat of love may bear away with him 
Only what his belly can hold, 
Nothing in the apron, 
Nothing in the pockets. 
Never, never may the fruit be gathered from the bough 
And harvested in barrels. 
The winter of love is a cellar of empty bins, 
In an orchard soft with rot.
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