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So, I am currently reading Edna St. Vincent Millay:

Doing a little critical analysis of the poem, "Never May the Fruit Be Plucked"

What is the fruit?
How can we "eat love?"
Certainly we cannot gather love, like gathering grapes in a barrel.
Is this a carpe diem poem?
I do think this poem is applicable to both gals and guys...


Oh, here is the poem!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.