Richard Aldington

“ Red, mottled berries,
You are as beautiful
As the points of a girl's breasts;
You are as firm and fresh ...
Beauty of the morning sun
Among the red berries
Of early September,
You tear at my breast,
Your light crushes me
With memory of freedom lost
And warm hours blotted out.
I will throw away rifle and leather belt,
Straps, khaki and heavy nailed boots,
And run naked across the dewy grass
Among the firm red berries! ”