The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/24/07 Bonus

[BlueIris]

"On Apples"

One is not hale until one inhales
The russet of these apples—
Their rosy smell...
As from cleft hearts here rises
The green
Veridical stem.

Thus in Cézanne one sees
The stillness of utter rest: an electric calm
Of placement; the apple transcendent—
Flat: cool: the virtual assumed
As real.

Anne once refused to have
And apple; yet she held it
And sat there like another, or the first
Eve, who again rejected
Pleasure for the pleasure of a cusp,
Self-worried; the famous prerogative
Of feminine indecision...

The apple need not be eaten; must be had.
I recall at the end of the road, where rampant boys lived,
Green apples on the ground, ant-laden, brown, abscessed—
We'd chuck them at each other, or at trees.
Hit in the ribs, it hurt.
Ted Mingo showed me.

And sometimes near Cooper Union, peddlers buff
Pippins upon their rusty
Winter sleeves;
Reset each polished crimson
On their cart.

McIntosh are best
Unpeeled, for rosy applesauce,
For eating, as for fragrance...Try them—
But first you must smell them.

—David Ross

[wildhorses]

1. the apple is what started all this mess, right?

;)

:rofl:

nice pick :loveya:

:hi:

[BlueIris]

2. Thanks! And I didn't even think of how...appropriate this one is for DU right now.

I picked these out weeks ago. I have most of the poem selections picked through the month of September, actually. I'm trying to have the whole year complete before the business of fall really starts.

[ThomCat]

3. McIntosh are indead great for applesauce,

but not alone. You need some Cortlands in there there too.

I'm not very caught up in this one, but I like the subject. :)

[BlueIris]

4. Yeah, I wanted to give people some "fun" poems that didn't boggle their minds.

For a couple of days, anyway. Be sure to check back in tomorrow!

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.

[Swamp Rat]

6. mmm applesauce!

:thumbsup:

[BlueIris]

7. Thanks for reading!