Pears in  General   

Some say
it was a pear
Eve ate.
Why else the shape
of the womb,
or of the cello
Whose single song is grief
for the parent tree?
Why else the fruit itself
tawny and sweet
which your lover
over breakfast
lets go your pear-
shaped breast
to reach for?

By Linda Pastan

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Other poems by Linda Pastan:

• A New Poet
• Emily Dickinson
• Home For Thanksgiving
• Jump Cabling
• Meditation By The Stove
• Pears
• Petit Dejeuner
• Prosody 101
• Shadblow
• Something About The Trees
• The Happiest Day
• The New Dog
• To A Daughter Leaving Home
• Vermilion
• What We Want
• Wind Chill