I must eat of the apple
with its plain sweetness.
I have partaken of the juicy mango
and the zing of the pineapple,
tastes which pleasure me
and tease my tongue.
It’s still young enough
to accept the passion fruit
and the bitter lemon.
But with every high
there is a low,
an undertow
which shows itself
in the afterwards.
I’m weary and wary
and tired and lairy.
Now I want the ordinary.
I must eat of the apple
with its plain sweetness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rachael Richmond is wise. She also writes with great clarity, brevity, nuance and uses vivid, mouthwatering images, and this is certainly not 'ordinary', though I agree that the 'ordinary' can have very attractive qualities at times... the beauty of the unadorned... Tasty... loved it xxxx