Eugénio de Andrade

(1923-2005 / Fundão)

Fruit - Poem by Eugénio de Andrade

Peaches, pears, oranges,
strawberries, cherries, figs,
apples, melon, honey dew,
oh, music of my senses,
pure pleasure of the tongue;
let me speak now
of fruit that fascinate,
with the flavour, with the hues,
with the fragrance of their syllables:
oh tangerine, oh tangerine.

Translation: 2003, Alexis Levitin

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 5, 2017

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