My husband loves Harry & David’s Royal Riviera pears and I give him a box every year for Christmas. I thought of this poem when I bought them yesterday.
“While Eating a Pear”
by Billy Collins
After we have finished here
the world will continue its quiet turning
and the years will still transpire,
but now without their numbers,
and the days and months will pass
without the names of Norse and Roman gods.
Time will go by the way it did
before history, pure and unnoticed,
a mystery that arose between the sun and moon
before there was a word for dawn
or noon or midnight,
Read the rest of the poem here.
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Interesting poem, Catherine.
A holiday train show at a botanical gardens–it sounds like heaven! Merry Christmas!
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Lovely poem, thought provoking. Collins is always a treat. Thank you! Feel free to send me some of those pears whenever the mood strikes you. 🙂
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Billy Collins can write about just anything and make it sound like the most important thing on earth. Thanks for sharing this one. Enjoy the pears. Does he share?
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Love the idea of fruit hanging anonymously. We humans think we know everything, but there was a time. . . Thanks, Catherine.
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Thanks for the poem…and the delicious pear!
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