I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,
Of wide report.
I have trees there that bear me many apples.
Of every sort:
Clear, streaked; red and russet; green and golden;
Sour and sweet.
This apple’s from a tree yet unbeholden,
Where two kinds meet, -
So that this side is red without a dapple,
And this side’s hue
Is clear and snowy. It’s a lovely apple.
It is for you.
Within are five black pips as big as peas,
As you will find,
Potent to breed you five great apple trees
Of varying kind:
To breed you wood for fire, leaves for shade,
Apples for sauce.
Oh, this is a good apple for a maid,
It is a cross,
Fine on the finer, so the flesh is tight,
And grained like silk.
Sweet Burning gave the red side, and the white
Is Meadow Milk.
Eat it, and you will taste more than the fruit:
The blossom, too,
The sun, the air, the darkness at the root,
The rain, the dew,
The earth we came to, and the time we flee,
The fire and the breast.
I claim the white part, maiden, that’s for me.
You take the rest.
The earth we came to, and the time we flee, The fire and the breast. I claim the white part, maiden, that’s for me. You take the rest. Fantastic metaphore, pain pleasure and humiliation, illustrated so skilfully, reader should have to think actually what rest he could enjoy!
This had me sighing neathe the double entendre tree. So delicately written with a passionate love of the forbidden fruit of old. So many secrets are shared there. Love it love it love it! The 7th stanza is my favourite as it to me suggests the same ideal as wine where you can taste where it comes from.
somewhat seductive maybe just my imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem perfecto