Pansies (Lawrence)/When the Ripe Fruit Falls—
WHEN THE RIPE FRUIT FALLS———
When the ripe fruit fallsits sweetness distils and trickles away into the veins of the earth.
When fulfilled people diethe essential oil of their experience entersthe veins of living space, and adds a glistento the atom, to the body of immortal chaos.
For space is aliveand it stirs like a swanwhose feathers glistensilky with oil of distilled experience.