The Daily Muse: Poem of the Day (POD)

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#315

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
--John Keats

    Push

1.

How's it feel to be human fruit
Unpeeled, fuzzy flesh ripening 
Around a fetus? Blue swimsuit, 
Avocado-like, it's hightening
The urge.  What God could swallow this?
As less and less is hidden, hiss
Against the unforbidden seed
In vain, for it will bloom and breed,
Since death is beauty, beauty death.
Unless it falls into the earth
The fruit's alone; the dead give birth.
The breast is beauty, beauty breast.
Nursing mother, attractive wife;
That which inspires desire gives life.



*Note: Alexander Pushkin wrote a novel in verse called "Eugene Onegin" in 
fourteen line stanzas rhyming
ababccddeffegg, his own version of a sonnet in tetrameter (eight syllables) 
as opposed to the usual pentameter (10
syllables) & "Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the 
earth and dies, it remains a single grain; but if
it dies, it bears much fruit."--John 12:24 (NRSV)