Grace Schulman’s ‘Apples’

 
 
“Fruit-stand vendor, master of Northern Spies,
let a loose apple teach me how to spin
 
at random, burn in light and rave in shadows.”
 
– from ‘Apples’ by Grace Schulman (The Broken String, 2007)
 
 
Read the entire poem here.

3 thoughts on “Grace Schulman’s ‘Apples’

  1. Julie

    A friend came to visit me last year, and he had never eaten wild apples before. Now he says he’s coming back every fall just for the apples. Picking them is an experience as much as it is a flavor. Grace Schulman’s poem makes me think of that wild earth sweetness. I love the reference to Eve:

    “No fool, she knew that beauty strikes just once,
    hard, never in comfort. For that bitter fruit,
    tasting of earth and song, I’d risk exile.”

    What an excellent poem!

  2. Michelle Post author

    Hi Hannah and Julie,

    I also love:

    “No fool, she knew that beauty strikes just once,
    hard, never in comfort. For that bitter fruit,
    tasting of earth and song, I’d risk exile.”

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