Laurie+Lee

Hallie Angelo- Laurie Lee (1914- 1997) Lee's father fought in the First World War and grew up with his loving mother. His father did not return. He was always an artistic kid at his school by singing, dancing, and writting. He met a women named named Spohia Rogers. Between the love for his mother and Sophia he had alot to write about and found himself writting poetry. What I enjoy about Laurie Lee's poems is they reflect on life itself. He has published several books titled //Land at War, The First Born, and Two Women,// along with many others. Here are a couple of my favorite poems: Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson stain.
 * Apples**

The russet, crab and cottage red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch and bubble in the grass.

They lie as wanton as they fall, and where they fall and break, the stallion clamps his crunching jaws, the starling stabs his beak.

In each plump gourd the cidery bite of boys’ teeth tears the skin; the waltzing wasp consumes his share, the bent worm enters in.

I, with as easy hunger, take entire my season’s dole; welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour, the hollow and the whole. Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue.
 * Days of These Days**

When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass; and the sun drips honey.

When hedgerows grow venerable, berries dry black as blood, and holes suck in their bees.

Such a morning it is when mice run whispering from the church, dragging dropped ears of harvest.

When the partridge draws back his spring and shoots like a buzzing arrow over grained and mahogany fields.

When no table is bare, and no beast dry, and the tramp feeds on ribs of rabbit.