Autumn Fruit Poem by Fernand Gregh
Autumn Fruit
YOUR loved mouth has the sharp and acid smell
Of fruits unripened, although golden-faced.
They tempt the greedy mouth, which cannot tell
Why they, being golden, should so bitter taste.
But soon the lip, accustomed to their scent,
Tastes with their bitterness a sweetness blent.
translated by Jethro Bithell
Monday, February 8, 2016
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