Oh what foresight! This rabbit of the fruit-world! Imagine:
thirty-seven little pits in a single specimen, ready to fall every-which-way
and create offspring. We had to correct that. She could have populated
the whole earth - this little headstrong Tangerine, wearing a dress
too big for herself, as if she intended to keep on growing.
In short: badly dressed; more concerned with reproduction
than with style. Show her the pomegranate, in her armor of Cordova leather:
she is bursting with future, holds herself back, condescends...
And, letting us catch just a glimpse of her possible progeny,
she smothers them in a dark-red cradle. She thinks earth
is too evasive to sign a pact of abundance.
thirty-seven little pits in a single specimen, ready to fall every-which-way
and create offspring. We had to correct that. She could have populated
the whole earth - this little headstrong Tangerine, wearing a dress
too big for herself, as if she intended to keep on growing.
In short: badly dressed; more concerned with reproduction
than with style. Show her the pomegranate, in her armor of Cordova leather:
she is bursting with future, holds herself back, condescends...
And, letting us catch just a glimpse of her possible progeny,
she smothers them in a dark-red cradle. She thinks earth
is too evasive to sign a pact of abundance.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Uncollected Poems,
four sketches
photo by bill thompson III
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