Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Feminist Poetry


Goblins' Market by Christina Rossetti.

Lately, I am longing for fruit.

Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries-
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries--
All ripe together
In summer weather--
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy;
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries,
Taste them and try:
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye,
Come buy, come buy."

3 comments:

  1. you should hit 100k this hour...

    congrats, goddess...

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  2. Anonymous9:34 AM

    A wonderful piece for the first nice day in weeks (here in NYC at least).

    Congrats on your 100,000th hit (whenever it occurs)!

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  3. Anonymous9:35 AM

    That is the cruelest picture, reminds me that this summer I could pick fresh figs off a friend's figtree. Mmmmm. Now I can't afford apples.

    from Ruth

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