The Tree of Scarlet Berries
Read 'The Tree of Scarlet Berries' by 'Amy Lowell' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Tree of Scarlet Berries by Amy Lowell
The rain gullies the garden paths
And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.
A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.
Even so, I can see that it has red berries,
A scarlet fruit,
Filmed over with moisture.
It seems as though the rain,
Dripping from it,
Should be tinged with colour.
I desire the berries,
But, in the mist, I only scratch my hand on the thorns.
Probably, too, they are bitter.
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