Fruits Poem By Goh Poh Seng !!top!! [ Direct Link ]

The poem rejects the sterile, plastic-wrapped produce of the supermarket. Instead, it celebrates the juice that drips down your chin, the seeds that rattle in your mouth, the sticky fingers of childhood. In doing so, Goh argues that to taste is to remember.

The "hairy" red skin of the rambutan or the deep, royal purple of the mangosteen. fruits poem by goh poh seng