Blackberry Eating
by Galway Kinnell
I love to go out in late September
among fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry-eating in late September.
6 comments:
What cuties! This reminds me of Airan and Nathan in the fall. We always picked lots of blackberries and made pies and jam.
Reminds me of "If you give a Moose A Muffin."
"If you give a moose a muffin, he'll want some blackberry jam to go with it."
Yum. Makes me hungry for fresh blackberries. We don't get a lot of those around here.
I've heard that children have taste buds on the inside of their cheeks. Maybe Sophie has tastebuds on the outside of her cheeks too!
"Maybe Sophie has tastebuds on the outside of her cheeks too!"
So THAT'S why she likes Pepper to lick her. Delicious.
Yeah, except that she wants Pepper to lick her tongue, not her cheeks -- that'll be coming up in therapy someday.
The babies Grandma Joan was like than she never got dirty. The other two of us got dirty if we walked by anything with part that could come loose and attache to a diffent substance i.e. any dirt to clothing.
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