Turkish Pears in August

Sometimes a poem has her own husband And children, her nooks and gardens and kitchens, Her stairs, and those sweet-armed serving boys Who carry veal in shiny copper pans. Some poems do give plebian sweets Tastier than the chocolates French diners Eat at evening, and old pleasures abundant As Turkish pears in the garden in August. from Turkish Pears The long-awaited paperback edition of Robert Bly’s Turkish Pears in August, previously available only in a limited letterpress edition, includes twenty-five poems, each centered on an animal or outdoor theme. Bly chose the term ramage, related to the French noun for branch, to describe this brief poetic form.