Oranges

And she feeds you tea and oranges That you've always been her lover.

— Oranges

The orange is ripethe sun-filled orange is ripe

— Oranges

Oh we ate all of the oranges off the navels of our loversGrabbed a book and read the cover.

— Oranges

It is even init oranges.

— Oranges

If the world could remain within a frameBy the fault lines and the soil.

— Oranges

If you are the basket of orangesI am the knife of the sun.

— Oranges

The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite.

— Oranges

Yes, sing the song of the orange-tree,The glorious orange-tree.

— Oranges

If I were yonder orange-treeTo scent the most imploring air!

— Oranges

'Twas noon; and every orange budBeneath a lover's burning sighs!

— Oranges

Beneath some orange-trees,Like age at play with infancy.

— Oranges