A poem that celebrates the sensuality of the apple. Come and celebrate the apple at our Apple Day, Saturday 15 October.
From Orpheus: A version of Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus
From Orpheus: A version of Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus
By Don Paterson
Taste
Gooseberry, banana, pear
and apple, all the ripenesses….
Read it in a child’s face:
the life-and-death the tongue hears
as she eats… This comes from far away
What is happening in your mouth?
Where there were words, discovery
flows, all shocked out of pith-
What we call apple…Do you dare
give it a name? This sweet-sharp fire
rising in the taste, to grow
clarified, awake, twin-sensed,
of the sun and earth, the here and the now
the sensual joy, the whole Immense!
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