non sibi sed toti

Classics Teaching Resources

Pan and the Cherries

by Paul Fort

 I recognized him by his skips and hops,
And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.
Through sunny avenues he ran,
And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops.
Upon his fleece were pearling water drops
Like little silver stars How pure he was!
And this was when my spring was arched with blue.
Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss,
He seized it, and bit the kernel from the pulp.
I watched him with great joy. . . . I came anigh. .
He spat the kernel straight into my eye.
I ran to kill Pan with my knife
He stretched his arm out, swirled-
And the whole earth whirled!
Let us adore Pan, god of the world!



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