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i've been trying to find the poem "Strawberry Fields Forever" by Edwin Morgan on the internet for a few days now and i really need it and i can not find it anywhere. please help!
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I didn't find it online, either. It's probably still under copyright, so free copies can't be published online. Try your library for a book containing his poetry.
The reason you couldn't find it was because the name is just "Strawberries' .
'Strawberry Fields Forever' is John Lennon song.
http://www.ltscotland.org.uk/literacy/findresources/edwinmorgan/poems/index.asp
Strawberries
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you
let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills
let the storm wash the plates
'Strawberry Fields Forever' is John Lennon song.
http://www.ltscotland.org.uk/literacy/findresources/edwinmorgan/poems/index.asp
Strawberries
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you
let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills
let the storm wash the plates