Hilda Doolittle

Pear Tree

Silver dust  
lifted from the earth,  
higher than my arms reach,   
you have mounted.  
O silver, 
higher than my arms reach   
you front us with great mass;    

no flower ever opened  
so staunch a white leaf,  
no flower ever parted silver  
from such rare silver;  
O white pear,  
your flower-tufts,  
thick on the branch,  
bring summer and ripe fruits  
in their purple hearts.